I looked around and saw Dia across the room, engaged in some task with a shovel. “Sweep, could you get Dia for me?”
He nodded and rose.
I closed my eyes, wondering what I had done. Beyond the crowded room, I heard the trickle of water. I guessed it was raining. I looked toward Dia, and saw she'd been digging a trench.
A trench already full with water.
She came toward me, shovel in hand, muddy to the knees.
“How long has it been raining?” I asked.
“An hour,” she said.
“Twice as long as usual. There are watermarks halfway up on the door. We're going to get flooded out down here. Listen, Dia, it looks like Sweep isn't imprinted anymore. What happened?”
She frowned at me. “I thought you knew. I mean, isn't that what you were doing? For everyone?”
My heart picked up its pace. I pointed
