Wyatt led Emma through the first door as Stewart stood watching. Like a dream, he opened his mouth but couldn't scream, couldn't
call out to her.

Then behind him a second door opened, and Wyatt and Fati pulled him through,

up out of the static and the water.

As I coughed and the door began to swing shut, I caught a glimpse of an explosion on the horizon beyond the house.
A violent sunrise, with a great parasol top.



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