Snow, Sylvie called. Snowpepper, wake up! Snowpepper stirred then awoke suddenly, jolted by an indefinable sensation of difference. What was happening? Winkling and Quickfoot slept on, one wedged on either side of her, and she didn’t want to move suddenly and wake them.

Snowpepper, something’s about to happen. I don’t know what, but I have a feeling we should be awake now.

Snowpepper didn’t ask how Sylvie knew. Should I wake the others?

No. Let them sleep. I don’t think we need to do anything right now, but we should be awake. Whatever’s going on will have something to do with us. I… Sylvie’s voice in Snowpepper’s mind hesitated. I have a feeling. A strong feeling. We’re going to be needed.

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This was unexpected. Reality unfolded around her like an accordion opening, complete with chords of almost-music that she nearly heard. Everything expanded – exploded — she was buffeted by a storm of information. Herself expanded as well, until she was one with the storm, dancing on universal winds. Her ability to comprehend near-infinite streams of information effortlessly would have astonished her had she noticed, but she was too busy analyzing and correlating the bits of information against each other to wonder about what was happening.

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