No matter how many times Amy tried to remember or retell the story of what had happened that night, most of her memories had a hazy, dreamlike quality to them.
She clearly remembered telling the others to get out of the car, and the thumps as the doors closed. Remembered turning on to her side, her hand falling down to the floor, and feeling something smooth and warm beneath her fingertips.
Yes, something seemed to call to her. This is why you are here.
It is right.
It is Time.
You are the Herald.
Take me up.
Amy had faint memories of harsh voices outside the car, and how they faded into the background as she picked up the horn. How she’d brought it to her lips without conscious thought.
The ghosts of pain and pressure in her ears as the first note blew out the glass of every car o
