Fatimah was beaming. Jonathan, however, was deeply disturbed.

"Fati, where is Stewart?"

"He's right behind us."

I joined the three of them at the edge of the lake. Wyatt eyed me suspiciously before turning his attention back to the water. It was mesmerizing, rippling and distorting our vision in a liquid red haze.

"Does anyone see something under the water?" asked Wyatt. "Or is it just me?"

"I see it," I said, nearly choking on the recognition. "It's a fountain."