"Thanks." Felix shrugged. "I did play it for hours at a time." He paused for a moment. "I'm sure we have a spare flute somewhere. You could even use Wilson's she doesn't play it much, to be honest neither do I, I love the flute, but I much prefer the violin, I'm only at the intermediate stage of the flute, but I could tutor you if you like? For free obviously, just be warned I can't do Wednesdays or Sundays. I've got therapy on Wednesdays and every Sunday I'm forced to do a course on "Self Appreciation." or something similar, I wish she'd let me give it up. But I'm forced to do it every Sunday 'till I stop cutting." Felix shook his head. "Oh, sorry, I let my mouth runaway with me sometimes."
"Don't bother yourself Felix we're all mad here. There's no point being embarrassed at the fact your life had been a terrible series of unfortunate events and you have to have therapy to get over it." Wilson smiled, stating everything in an obvious manner.
Felix just shook his head and carried on walking, as Verse just cling onto Skye's fur, he hoped the dream snare didn't mind, after all, perhaps he should have asked.
"You don't mind me being here do you old chap?" He asked, in a conversational manner.
The broad path gave way to several. Wilson motioned the odd assembalance to the right side of the path, a wide expanse of wood awaited them, many scraggly, some imposing.
"Lets start looking." Wilson announced, herself, on her hands and knees under the bushes.