It begins where the Rock Soup story left off, with the household about to arrive in a strange new place...
Tibble raised her head as morning sun began to stream in the many windows. Rising to her feet, she stretched, jumped down off the couch, and trotted over to a window, jumping up onto the sill to peer out. Her ears twitched as she looked around, craning her head from side to side. Suddenly she froze, staring off to the right.
"Damnation, it's the wrong place!" she muttered after a moment, and jumping down from the sill, hurried out the door and down the hallway into the playroom, where Rock was working on building a Water Wiggler. "Rock!"
The servo turned and looked down at the fox. "Yes, Tibble?"
"Get the children, I need to speak to them. Now!"
He nodded, and putting down his tools, hurried upstairs to where the six teens were going through their usual morning routines, getting ready for school. He soon had them all dressed and gathered together downstairs in the TV room.
They were chatting together when Tibble walked in and sat down, looking at the six of them. She waited a moment, then spoke. "Children!"
They fell silent, all of them turning to look at her.
"Children, there is much to tell you, and little time to tell it in. When you and I first met, most of you were still just toddlers, too young and helpless to look after yourselves, traumatised by your recent abduction from your parents. I have kept you all safe for a time, giving you time to grow, in safety and peace. But my ability to protect you could only be stretched so far. It is time for you all to remember," Tibble said.
The teens all gasped, eyes widening, and stared at each other and the fox as their memories of their lives before their kidnapping returned in a flood. They each reacted differently to the returning knowledge, some gasping or moaning, some crying out, some bursting into tears.
The fox looked frazzled. "I am sorry, children - had things gone entirely as I'd hoped, you'd have time to adjust to the return of your memories. But - well, suffice to say, things have not gone entirely according to plan. Look out the windows and tell me what you see."
Several of the kids rose and walked over to the windows, peering out. Their gasps brought the others over to peer out as well.
"It's... it's like Stonehenge!" Raspberry exclaimed.
Tibble nodded. "Yes. And it means that the house has ended up in the wrong place. We should have come out far from here, on the other side of the river."
"There is a river to the east of us here, flowing down from the north. And you children will need to find it, and cross it."
Tibble sighed. "I'm sorry, but there is little time for questions and answers. You will need to do as I say. You must leave the house, and head north, past the Henge. You'll find the river, and you must follow it north, to a bridge, and cross to the other side. Once there, head north again, and you'll come to a small city. That is where you need to go."
"But, why?" Raspberry asked.
Tibble sighed. "Because you will be safe there, or as safe as it is possible to be in this world. And you must go, now, quickly, before others notice this house's arrival and come to investigate."
They tried to question the fox, but she was adamant that there was no time, and in a short while they found themselves gathered outside, reluctantly moving towards the Henge, while Tibble and Rock watched them leave. "Remember what I said!" the fox called after them "North, along the river, and across the bridge, and then north again."
Rock and the fox watched until the children vanished into the woods around the Henge, then turned and went back indoors.
"Will they be all right?" Rock asked, worried.
"I hope so," the fox told him. "Come, someone is bound to show up soon to investigate the house... you and I must be ready to deceive and delay them, to give the children time to get away."