They were third.
It was like a distant itch, a promise of something bigger.
He felt it in the ground, the dust, the earth itself, pounding and pulsing like an invisible heart -maybe it was his's?
She felt it in the sea, smashing against the cliffs along with a waves, constantly moving, constantly here and at the same time there like the desperate breathing of the one waiting for more -or maybe it was her's?
They felt it, distant, coming, and yet already part of them, like the earth, like the sea, like those orbs they'd grabbed so long ago, whispering, as faint as a shiver, whispering the same thing over and over as they watched the sky and wondered what would happen to their friend in the sky
Soon…
Very soon…
