Without a word, unless the noises she was making were an unknown language, the apparition approached her and passed through her body, projecting pink roses on Clara's suntanned arms, disintegrating in the stones of the old foundation.

On a table beside the chair, sat an electronic eye. Clara picked up a stone from the foundation floor and smashed the blinking red light. If she had time, it would be easy to find the system that generated the image. But if the electronic eye had sent her image back to Septemberclaver, there was no time to waste.