You and I are more than friends, we’re like a really small gang.

In which Annette and I always purposefully match each other.

Silence and solitude.

The very last house stood all by itself under a dark green wall of fir-trees, and here the wild country really began. Snufkin walked faster and faster straight into the forest.

 Then the door of the last house opened a chink and a very old voice cried: ‘Where are you off to?’

 ‘I don’t know,’ Snufkin replied. The door shut again and Snufkin entered his forest, with a hundred miles of silence ahead of him.