The dream shifted and Ava found herself standing in a cold room. A large window in front of her displayed an amazing view of the ocean. She turned and saw a woman with long dark hair staring at a wall filled with maps. The woman moved her hands over each continent with care and precision, her fingers twisting as she did so. Suddenly she stopped and slammed her palm down onto the map with such force that the little pins marking various places appeared to shake in fear as they absorbed the shock. Images shot through Ava’s mind; scenes from storms that were happening all over the world hitting...
Thomas got that little bit of crazy in his southern voice, and cocked his neck to the side like a mad rooster about to peck someone.