Linda Madison slipped out of bed and slipped her bathrobe over her nightgown, hearing the sound of footsteps on the stairs. "What was that?" she wondered. Could it be a burglar?
She opened the door to the hallway and spotted Zoe heading up the stairs. "Zoe, where have you been?"
Behind Zoe, the cloud lurked. Linda didn't see it in the dim light, but suddenly, it enveloped her. Immediately, the air around the cloud became charged, but the area immediately around Linda seemed calm, as if she was in the eye of a hurricane.
"Zoe, do you see this?" Linda said, seeing the dancing light around her.
"See what?" Zoe asked, not seeing anything.
"The mist...the lights..."
Zoe actually looked concerned... "Are you sick or something?" She asked, moving closer.
