Silence cut through the air. One moment there had been laughter, cheering and a commotion only gods knew how to make and suddenly there was nothing. He had tumbled to the ground, an unexpected weight pushed him down. A moment later Nandita's voice rang through the air. At least, now that they had exchanged a few words, he was able to recognise it.
It made him jump back up to his feet. He felt weak but walking was not impossible. He had grown weaker over the last few centuries but never like this. "Nandita?" He stumbled over to her. His betrophed, no, his wife lay sprawled on the ground. The glamour of her appearance had taken a dent. "Are you okay?" A hand was held out for her assistance as he scanned the surroundings. There had been so many of them, surely no one would have dared to attack. But what else could have happened? The park and its trees held no blue. Tane, that New Zealand weasel, was he behind this?