DAISY
Blue. There it was again. Everywhere. Enveloping her eyes. Cradling her spirit. Choking
her throat.
“Albert? Are you there?” Daisy coughed. “I can’t see anything. Chauncey? Anybody?”
Her voice escalated as the blue blindness surrounded her. “Somebody, help me! I can’t
see. Or move!”
The last time this had happened, she’d been tucked safely inside Sir Albert’s majestic
plumes. But this felt entirely different. Daisy tried to move her arms and discovered
she was swaddled tightly like a newborn infant. Panic rose in her throat. When she
opened her mouth to scream, nothing came out. Silence. It was hard to comprehend
how silence could make such a deafening sound.
Daisy could feel the inside of her brain expanding and pressing against her skull.
Looking more closely at the mov
