Fiona stands in front of the ghost-table surrounded by four spectral,
hooded figures, listening closely to every word she says. There's a
fifth presence, unseen but undoubtedly there, nagging whispers in her
ear.
“Tell them about the nightmares,” it says, “Make sure they know
what causes these disasters.”
That's the last straw for her. She turns on her invisible companion,
facing the direction of his voice. “Just be quiet!” she says
loudly, no longer caring how it might look, “Or tell them yourself!
But stop pestering me when I'm trying to speak.”
“Young....lady,” one of the hoods, Earth, rumbles, “If that's
what you are. Who do you address when you demand this 'quiet'? We
are here, awaiting your every word. In fact, we would be grateful if
you were to proceed without further hesitation.”
“Unless another...entity has joined our impromptu ensemble,”
Water splashes. “Should that be the case, let them show themselves
now, lest they make a mockery of this court.”
