"That... That would make this the day of the wizard's arrival," she realizes as she speaks, and her voice goes soft with wonder. The day, maybe even the very hour.

The moon's astonishing... but it's also relatively motionless, compared to the crackles of lightning over the mountain or Haizea turning the phone to face her. Joanna glances at the phone, then back up at the sky.

"What could she want to show us...? We shouldn't stay in here, but get out, go searching."