46.2 The woman weaves you flesh into the form of a bird. As a crow, you fly about free in the air, alone or with others of your kind. One day, you pass by an open window. You have never before entered one of the nests of the strange tall creatures who have overrun the world, and provide so much food for crows, but this one strangely fascinates you.

> If you fly into the house, go to 47.3

>If you resist the urge, go to 50.1