“I don’t know exactly how to explain it...I guess that sounds right, though.” Jenna took in Morgan’s face, the sudden pallor on her cheeks, her slack jaw. “Why? What does that mean? Can’t you do that too? Can’t everyone here do that?”
“I...I...” Morgan cleared her throat and began to blink quite rapidly. The color flushed back to her cheeks in a rush of crimson. “And now—if you close your eyes now, can you see anything else?”
Jenna raised an eyebrow. “How did you know I had my eyes closed?”
“Just try it,” Morgan whispered. “This is very important, Jenna—please, just try it.”
“I am in dire need of a shower, Morgan, as you can clearly see, and am almost delirious with hunger and exhaustion. I hardly see how this is the time for me to play—”
“Marie Antoinette,” Morgan interrupted in a ho
