They descend the next forty steps in a dismayed silence. Zara is trying to understand the meaning of what Emily said. Emily is shocked she said anything at all.
As soon as they reach the bottom of the staircase, Zara grabs Emily by the arm to stop her from running ahead. “Wait, Emily. I need you to explain how it works.”
“This might not work, but it’s worth trying.”
“What is? Emily, you’re not making any sense.”
“Here, take my hand, it will be easier to show you and, I’m hoping if we’re touching, you won’t be affected this time.”
“This time?” Zara asks, shocked. “What do you mean, this time?”
“It’ll be easier to show you.”
Without any effort, Emily rewinds time.
They see Chris and Agatha walking backwards, they see Jenny’s lips moving but they are speaking gibberish. Emily rewinds time, until the moment Jenny and Jason step from the staircase and walks across the grass.
“Now watch,” Emily says.
While walking closer, Emily makes time start again, but from the moment Jenny asks Agatha and Chris, “Where’s Abby?”
When time catches up with itself, they are standing a few steps behind Jenny.
“Jenny?” Emily asks. “What’s going on?”
“Yeah, we came down as soon as we noticed you’re down here. What’s wrong?” Zara adds.
“Abby is missing, and they won’t tell me where she is, even though they know!” Jenny cries.
“It’s more complicated than just telling you, Jenny.” Agatha squares her shoulders while crossing her arms across her chest.
“We could've just talked about it, like normal people,” Jason says to Agatha.
“They’re not normal.”
Jenny, Zara, and Emily gasp in unison.
“Can we call a truce just for a few minutes, please?” Jason says, holding his hands in the air.
Everything around Jenny fades away and she finds herself standing in a dark room with no windows. A faint light is coming from somewhere, but she cannot pinpoint its origin. Blurring in and out of existence she sees a shape. For a moment, the shape materialises into Abby. Abby is huddled in a corner. Her white wings are smudged with black soot. Her face is cupped in her palms and her shoulders are shaking as if she is sobbing.
“Hold on a minute,” Jenny says while grabbing onto Emily’s arm beside her. “I’ve just had a premonition.”
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