Davinder felt that he couldn't understand what was going on. The sun, going dark? But it was always so bright! There were so many voices, speaking English, something he had trouble managing without seeing faces. Faces and expressions were such a great help, and he hadn't even realized that. Oh, how foolish he felt.

With his hand in the strange woman's, he felt a tug. Not that strong, but he hoped it was something nice, not a monster. His heart soared as he heard his name being called by the elder Miss Fairchild. "I hear her!" he blurted out, "Miss Fairchild?" he wasn't brave enough to venture a 'Temperance.'

And he heard Blythe, too! He was glad that he hadn't gotten too lost. "Blythe. I hear her! Your aunt!"