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screech and pain. The protection she drank moments before was
beginning to radiate outward from her stomach, giving her a sense of
confidence, making her feel she could take on the creature if it came to it.
She followed Rachel to the first window. “There’s nothing in
this one,” she said. “Plenty in the doll one, though.”
Rachel crossed the street to the doll shop, dropping into the
River. Oh, that is totally creepy! she said. They’re all looking at
me!
Good, it wasn’t just me, Eliza replied.
As they dropped and turned to go to the next storefront,
Eliza stopped Rachel. “See these little ones?” she said, approaching a small
display behind a piece of glass no more than two feet square. “They’re easy to
miss because they’re stuck between the big shop windows, but they were all
glowing when I saw them before.”
Rachel stopped in front of the scene; a winter hill with
skiers. Eliza watched as Rachel dropped into the River and examined it.
It is glowing, Rachel said. She held the plastic card case up to the glass front,
just like she’d done with Shane. Eliza saw the pattern Shane had produced on
the opposite side, and waited for the card next to the glass to register a
pattern. It went blank, but no black lines appeared.
Hmm, Rachel said. It’s glowing, so we know it’s River, but no pattern. Do
you have any tokens?
Eliza dropped from the River and checked her pockets. “No,
but there’s a token machine over there,” she said, pointing.
“Go get a few,” Rachel replied. “Let’s crank this baby up.”
Eliza walked to the token machine, removing a couple of
singles from her wallet and inserting them into it, a little irritated that she
was having to pay for something she could get for free from the ticket booth,
but knowing she didn’t want to take the time to walk all the way back there.
She returned to Rachel with a handful.
“Go ahead,” Rachel said. “Give it a try.”
Eliza dropped a token into the slot, and they watched as the
winter scene slowly animated. A boat on a fake lake drifted back and forth, and
skiers coming down the hill disappeared into a snowbank, returning to the top
of the hill on a loop.
Eliza dropped into the River and watched as Rachel took the
reading. Sure enough, black lines began to form on the blank card, twisting and
swirling just as she’d seen in the hospital with Shane. She found herself
holding her breath, hoping that they’d match. Once the pattern solidified,
Rachel pulled it away and examined it.
Nope, she said, turning the cards to Eliza. The patterns aren’t even close.
They moved to the next window. One item appeared promising,
and Rachel held the Tapura to the glass; three feet separated the device from
the object, but Rachel was able to pick up a pattern nonetheless. It, too,
didn’t match.
“Can it be too far away to read?” Eliza asked as they walked
to the next display.
“Definitely,” Rachel said. “If we run into that, we’ll find a
way to access the display from the back.”
“Randy will be pissed.”
“Randy won’t know,” Rachel replied. “Although it wouldn’t
surprise me if he’s watching us on the cameras right now, working himself up.
Try to act casual.”
Eliza suddenly felt spied upon, wanting to look up to the
dark ceiling where she assumed the cameras were located, but resisting the
urge. Instead she looked down the street, the riverboat now closer. Everything
was beginning to creep her out.
“This one,” Eliza said, walking to another small animated
display, tucked between the cinema and the statuary. Inside, three men sat in
chairs. Two of them had fishing poles, with lines of thread dangling into a
fake lake; the third had his hand outstretched, pointing forward as though he
was trying to catch the attention of the other two.
“Drop a token,” Rachel said, walking up to the glass and
positioning the plastic case. Eliza let a token fall into the slot, and within
seconds the scene began to
beginning to radiate outward from her stomach, giving her a sense of
confidence, making her feel she could take on the creature if it came to it.
She followed Rachel to the first window. “There’s nothing in
this one,” she said. “Plenty in the doll one, though.”
Rachel crossed the street to the doll shop, dropping into the
River. Oh, that is totally creepy! she said. They’re all looking at
me!
Good, it wasn’t just me, Eliza replied.
As they dropped and turned to go to the next storefront,
Eliza stopped Rachel. “See these little ones?” she said, approaching a small
display behind a piece of glass no more than two feet square. “They’re easy to
miss because they’re stuck between the big shop windows, but they were all
glowing when I saw them before.”
Rachel stopped in front of the scene; a winter hill with
skiers. Eliza watched as Rachel dropped into the River and examined it.
It is glowing, Rachel said. She held the plastic card case up to the glass front,
just like she’d done with Shane. Eliza saw the pattern Shane had produced on
the opposite side, and waited for the card next to the glass to register a
pattern. It went blank, but no black lines appeared.
Hmm, Rachel said. It’s glowing, so we know it’s River, but no pattern. Do
you have any tokens?
Eliza dropped from the River and checked her pockets. “No,
but there’s a token machine over there,” she said, pointing.
“Go get a few,” Rachel replied. “Let’s crank this baby up.”
Eliza walked to the token machine, removing a couple of
singles from her wallet and inserting them into it, a little irritated that she
was having to pay for something she could get for free from the ticket booth,
but knowing she didn’t want to take the time to walk all the way back there.
She returned to Rachel with a handful.
“Go ahead,” Rachel said. “Give it a try.”
Eliza dropped a token into the slot, and they watched as the
winter scene slowly animated. A boat on a fake lake drifted back and forth, and
skiers coming down the hill disappeared into a snowbank, returning to the top
of the hill on a loop.
Eliza dropped into the River and watched as Rachel took the
reading. Sure enough, black lines began to form on the blank card, twisting and
swirling just as she’d seen in the hospital with Shane. She found herself
holding her breath, hoping that they’d match. Once the pattern solidified,
Rachel pulled it away and examined it.
Nope, she said, turning the cards to Eliza. The patterns aren’t even close.
They moved to the next window. One item appeared promising,
and Rachel held the Tapura to the glass; three feet separated the device from
the object, but Rachel was able to pick up a pattern nonetheless. It, too,
didn’t match.
“Can it be too far away to read?” Eliza asked as they walked
to the next display.
“Definitely,” Rachel said. “If we run into that, we’ll find a
way to access the display from the back.”
“Randy will be pissed.”
“Randy won’t know,” Rachel replied. “Although it wouldn’t
surprise me if he’s watching us on the cameras right now, working himself up.
Try to act casual.”
Eliza suddenly felt spied upon, wanting to look up to the
dark ceiling where she assumed the cameras were located, but resisting the
urge. Instead she looked down the street, the riverboat now closer. Everything
was beginning to creep her out.
“This one,” Eliza said, walking to another small animated
display, tucked between the cinema and the statuary. Inside, three men sat in
chairs. Two of them had fishing poles, with lines of thread dangling into a
fake lake; the third had his hand outstretched, pointing forward as though he
was trying to catch the attention of the other two.
“Drop a token,” Rachel said, walking up to the glass and
positioning the plastic case. Eliza let a token fall into the slot, and within
seconds the scene began to
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