"Yes, I..." Cassie felt bile rise in the back of her throat and she fought to keep it down. Feeling ill after a vision was not uncommon but she had trained herself to be used to it and now she lived with a low-level nausea that barely bothered her, but she didn't mind it too much. It concerned her far more than she couldn't see further, couldn't see beyond the fog.

"She's coming," she muttered and immediately frowned, sun hurting her already tender vision and as perplexed as either of her sisters. Who on earth was she? And why could she see nothing of her but dust and fog?