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"I’ one inside," I said "Just one, to look around"

Slowly, the hollow turned the knob On my silent count of three, the hollow pushed open the door

It leaned forward and pressed its black eye to the crack

"I’h its eye I could see a slice of wall lined with cages Heavy, black birdcages of various shapes and sizes

The hollow pressed the door open farther I saw es and out of thehts

"What do you see?" Emma said

There wasn’t time to explain, only to act I made all my hollows throw open the doors at once, and they burst inside

There were birds everywhere, startled and squawking

"Birds!" I said "The roohts?"

"I don’t know"

The holloere turning, s every nook and cranny

"That can’t be!" Miss Peregrine said "All the kidnapped yht here"

"Then what are these birds?" I said

Then, in a scratchy parrot voice, I heard one sing, "Run, rabbit, run! Run, rabbit, run!" And I realized: these were not y

"HIT THE DIRT!" I shouted, and we all dove to the ground behind the courtyard wall, the hollow pitching backward and takingmy hollows at the doors but the parrot-boh the and the hollows in a terrible clap of thunder As dirt and brick and bits of building flew through the courtyard and rained down on us, I felt the hollows’ signals go dead together, all but one blacking from my mind