Ting Ting dropped Rachel’s hand and walked to the base of the hill. She sat down on the ground cross-legged and arranged her skirt around her knees and feet.
“What’s that?” asked Rachel.
There was a visible shimmer in the air around Ting Ting. It hadn’t been there before, but when the others looked at her, they could see it, as if they could see the very air around her. She turned her palms upward on her knees and closed her eyes.
“What’s that racket?” she asked. The feeling of dread had coalesced into a low humming, almost buzzing sound.
“I feel it in my stomach,” she said. The pitch was so low it was almost beyond their capability to hear.
“I wonder,” said the priest. He stopped himself.
“Wonder what?” asked Amrita. She had taken half a step backward, terrified. Unconsciously she had turned as if to run away. Yet she remained.
“I wonder if making yourselves known so soon will prove to be disadvantageous. You’re not nearly ready…”
“Damn straight!” said Darla, before her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open.
For Ting Ting, legs still crossed, eyes still closed, was slowly levitating from the ground.