Several months later we were recalling the story.
“I was grateful not to end up in that prison, but it was only barely worth having to go through the startle that I endured when Sadier blasted through that window,” Priscilla said.
Everyone laughed but Saymi. “What was that?” she asked. She rose and walked away from our circle. “What was that?” she asked again looking all around. “Did you feel that? What was that?”
She turned to us and saw that we all wore perplexed faces.
“I think something just happened,” she said. “Back in Switcey…”
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