The boys stepped out of the mouth. When they looked back the mouth belonged to a cartoonish blue whale. Sitting atop the statue, smiling and pointing off into the distance, was Pinocchio, his wooden features frozen in plaster and fiberglass.
"'Scuse me, lady!" A little girl in pink overalls stepped around Lin to rush into the whale's mouth, followed by her two friends. The kids paid Claire, Ash, and Puck no attention as they screamed and cavorted inside the whale's jaws.

She stares at the statue.

she looks away, reminded of Ethan.

"Interesting place," Puck mused as he looked around. It seemed they had stepped into the middle of a fantasyland. A giant pink shoe sat a few yards away, and a bright blue castle lay beyond, with kids swarming over both of them. Between park benches and shady trees, a pirate ship hosted a mob of miniature swashbucklers, and a magnificent green dragon reared on its hind legs, breathing plastic fire. The flame shooting from its mouth was an actual slide. (Time to twist the knife ever so delicately....) A small boy clambered up the steps of the dragon's back and zipped down the slide, hollering with delight.

(Ouchy)

She steps back, looking down once she saw the boy.

Lin seems a bit confused by this, but stays silent- despite the fact that any other day, she would've started playing on the figures like the children around her.

"Let us go," Grimalkin said, leaping onto a giant pink mushroom. The cat's tail bristled and his eyes darted about. "The oracle is not far, but we should hurry."
"Why so nervous, Grim?" Puck drawled, gazing around the park. "I think we should stay for a bit, soak up the atmosphere." He grinned and waved at a small girl peeking at him from behind a cottage, and she ducked out of sight.
"Too many kids here," Grimalkin said, glancing nervously over his shoulder. "Too much imagination. They can see us, you know. As we really are. And unlike the hob over there," he said, referring to a short faery playing on the shoe with several children, "I do not relish the attention."

Lin doesn't say or do anything.

"I'm with Grim." She mutters, looking around.

A boy of about three saw them and approached, his eyes on Grimalkin. "Kitty, kitty," he crooned, holding out both hands. Grimalkin flattened his ears and hissed, baring his teeth, and the boy recoiled. "Beat it, kid," he spat, and the boy burst into tears, running toward a couple on a bench. They frowned at their son's wailing about a mean kitty and glanced up at them.

"Right, time to go," Puck said, striding away. Grim took the lead, obviously glad about leaving. They left Storyland, as it was called on a sign by the exit, through a gate guarded by Humpty Dumpty and Little Bo Peep, and they walked through a park filled with truly giant oak trees draped in moss and vines.