When Aron found the strange candy house, I saw through his eyes that there was a horde of children eating it.
The one on the roof, where the marshmallows were, for some strange reason, was… Anne!
"I don't understand," Aron said.
Neither did I.
"Aron?" I asked, as I tried to get him to look directly at Anne. "Mind asking that little girl over there what happened to the witch?"
Aron nodded, climbed on the roof, got sticky fingers for his trouble, and then sat by Anne.
"Good evening, Miss," he offered her his hand. "I am hunting a witch. Have you seen her?"
"The organ harvesters aren't done with her. I'm Anne, by the way! Nice to meet you, Mister!"
Organ… harvesters?
"Aron?" I asked, as Aron shook Anne's hand. "Is it just me or… did the organ harvesters finally did a good thing?"
Aron just blinked.