“I should get back to Grandfather. He’s—”
She stopped, unable to finish. The library dimmed. She heard Gunther call out, thought she saw Susann running through from the office.
She felt arms catch her as she fell.
She was going out. Grandfather would be, too.
“Grandfather—Aunt Marita,” she tried to say, then everything whirled away and she was left shivering on cold, dark, empty, windscored plain. . . .