"What happened?" she asked. "Didn't you try to get out?"

"No," Che said, abashed. "First I couldn't get in. Then suddenly I was in, and I just never thought of getting out. I just wanted to stay there and be part of it."

"But you were supposed to try!" she said. "So we'd know if this can hold the goblins."

"I know. Somehow I just lost interest."

"Well, we'll just have to try it again and this time make sure you try," she said severely.

"I certainly shall," he agreed resolutely.

She hummed, then sang again. But again the fancy formed without him. He was watching her, paying close attention, but it wasn't working.

Then the cloud formed. The goblin was back in, but not Che! How could that be, when the goblin surely didn't care and probably didn't even know about this?

Then she realized what it was. She stopped singing.

"But I wasn't in!" Che protested.

"I know. The goblin outside was."

"But—"

"You were paying attention," she said. "The goblin wasn't. And before—you only got in when you were distracted."

"When I was distracted!" he echoed. "I heard something, and looked away, and suddenly I was in the vision!"

"So maybe it only works when you're not paying attention!" she concluded. "And maybe you can get out only when you are paying attention!"

"That must be the case! But how can I not pay attention, when we are experimenting?"

"When you are distracted," she said.

"But that depends on chance events."

"I think so. But if that's the way it works, we must find a way to use it."

"Yes. We must try again, to verify this—and to ascertain whether I can leave it when I am in."

She sang again. He watched her at first, then deliberately turned away. He banged his hand against the wall hard enough to hurt, shook it—and the dragon appeared in the vision, limping.

There was no doubt that it took a distraction to get in! Now could he get out? Jenny kept singing.

But the dragon seemed to have no interest in getting out. Neither did two goblin clouds nearby. The peaceful, nice scene continued as long as Jenny sang.

Jenny stopped again, and the scene quietly departed.

Che was abashed. "I know I was supposed to try to get out, but I just couldn't bring myself to try. It was so nice in your fancy."

"But how can we find out, if you don't—"

"I think we have the answer," he said. "A person can not accomplish anything if he doesn't try—and the folk in your fancy don't try. They just enjoy it."

"But then how can I leave it?" she asked.