Lori woke from a dream-filled sleep with a pain in her little finger. She sat up and clutched her left hand. The pain was slight and faded rapidly. Then the room began to shake. There as a deep rumbling from below her, and the floor shook. The solitary light swung madly from its long cable, sending Shadow growing and contracting throughout the room.
It took her only a minute to realize the rumble was not a remnant of her dream; she could feel the earthquake vibrating the bed. She felt anger and pain, but it was not hers. It was from the boy, Andrew. The room stopped shaking, and there was silence once again. Only the creak of the light swinging disturbed the sudden silence.
Somewhere Andrew was in trouble. She could feel him. She wanted to go to him, but the lock on the door a
