‘Via’s stuff turned out to be in a record shop a few rooms down. She had her own nest there, but it looked more like a hovel or a hut than a comfortable place to stay. She muttered something that sounded almost like an apology, but Abby really wasn’t listening. She had caught sight of the people on one of the record sleeves. ‘Via was right. She didn’t want to know what the rabbit-them looked like.