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EPISODE 27
The Sphere of Lost Souls
Inside the Tower, the girls discover a doorway made of water… and hear Agatha’s final warning.
Slowly Zara lowers the bubble to the ground.
Jenny says, “No. Wait. Don’t lower the bubble.”
Emily asks, “Are we dreaming? How will we wake up?”
Outside, there is a sudden loud noise.
Emily says, “I didn’t manage to stop time again.”
A loud banging noise reverberates through the building.
Jenny insists, “Emily! Now. Do it!”
“It’s not something I can just do.” She looks at Zara. “Zara! Open your eyes, so we can all wake up.”
Slowly Zara opens her eyes, and as she does the bubble bursts.
They fall… and fall… and fall.
“Emily, stop time. It’s now or never.”
They stop falling and hang suspended in the air. Jenny is touching Zara’s arm with just her pinkie, and her foot is pushed against Jenny’s middle.
Zara laughs softly. “My nerves,” she says between gasps of laughter.
Jenny looks up to the top of the Tower, as a long sigh escapes her lips. There at the top there is a sphere of shimmering water, the same as what she saw in the Wishing Well. This time, instead of having to look down, she must look up to see it. Within the water she can see a place with towering buildings, a place with one too many lost souls. “There,” she says.
Zara and Emily look up.
“That’s not very helpful,” Zara says.
“How are we supposed to get there?” Emily asks.
Jenny starts to say, “I don’t know…” when the sphere of water starts to spin. Slowly at first, then faster and faster. The bottom of the sphere turns into a sharp pointed sword as it elongates toward them, getting sharper and longer. Stretching and stretching further down.
The loud banging becomes louder, and then just as they hear Agatha’s voice yell, “Don’t do this! You’ll be killed!” the sharpest point of the vortex pierces the space between them.
With a look of trepidation on their faces, they first look at each other.
Jenny hisses, “Emily, let go of time.”
As they drop to the ground, they simultaneously push their hands out to touch the swirling mass of water.
In a bright light that fills every nook and cranny, they are not where they were.
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