“What are we waiting for?” The girl asked.
It was a while since they arrived outside the library. And stopped. Not just the walking. The talking too. Until the girl had to know.
“I don’t know,” Rain answered. “It’s strange. Don’t you feel it?”
“Feel what?”
“It’s like a feeling with a voice. I don’t know how better to put it. I feel it. And then hear it, inside my head.”
“And it’s asking you to wait?”
Rain didn’t answer. She was talking as they walked, outside on the grounds, into the building, up the stairs, up to the library. And then, something changed.
“Tell me what you hear,” the girl said. “Won’t that help? Me understand. I think it will.”
“Maybe,” Rain said, nodding. Her head was lowered, hiding the fact that her eyes were glazed. She was here, but also somewhere else.
