"Your dad has it, and I think he's in trouble." He put out his hand, and she clasped it. The flow was still there, but muted. They ran down the stairs together and out the door. The snow turned into rain and everything was getting coated with a thin sheet of ice. Siobhan thought of her dream and shivered, but she kept running.
She had no idea what time it was. The rain fell past streetlights forming halos. Few houses had lights on and there were no cars on the road. She might as well have been in one of those movies where everyone disappears and it was just her in the world. Only the warmth of Pwyll's hand told her that he was present. She didn't feel anyone. She hadn't since she'd kicked that horrible grey man. Somehow he'd taken her awareness of people, but how had he done that and lef
