“You were wrong!” she told the cat. “There is something there!”
And then it took shape in the mist: a dark house, which loomed at them out of the formless whiteness.
“But that’s—” said Coraline.
“The house you just left,” agreed the cat. “Precisely.”
“Maybe I just got turned around in the mist,” said Coraline.
The cat curled the high tip of its tail into a question mark, and tipped its head to one side. “You might have done,” it said. “I certainly would not. Wrong, indeed.”
“But how can you walk away from something and still come back to it?”
“Easy,” said the cat. “Think of somebody walking around the world. You start out walking away from something and end up coming back to it.”
“Small world,” said Coraline.
“It’s big enough for her,” said the cat. “Spiders’ webs only have to be large enough to catch flies.”