I must have lain there for an hour or more. Panting and spitting out the remaining water in my lungs until the chilling effect of my wet clothes brought me shivering to my feet.
I paused to examine the spot where I had fallen as if I half expected to see a line of footsteps leading up behind me, but there was nothing that I could detect. Despite what I had seen, I was coldly certain that the cause of my fall had been no supernatural agency. Looking back to my vision of Kit standing on the edge of the spillway, I had thought him angry, accusing, projecting his rage from whatever world he now inhabited. Rightly angry for my failure to save him. But now I thought about it; his expression seemed more of alarm than anger. Had he perhaps been trying to warn me? More perturbed by this new though
