QUOTE : Janner sat up, not sure if he was dreaming. After a moment the fog in his brain thinned, and he remembered where he was. He heard the snores and deep breathing of the others, crickets outside the tent, and an owl somewhere in the distance. “I’m so, so sorry,” came the voice again. It was Podo. “Grandpa?” Janner whispered. There was no answer. He crept to where Podo lay. By the faint light in the tent, he could see that his grandfather’s eyes were closed, his mouth slightly open. “Grandpa, you’re dreaming,” Janner whispered.