Dark Matter 2: If Whispers Call

After several long minutes, the only unusual thing that he felt was a growing chill as the night air slowly stole the heat from his immobile body and the sliglit dampness of the ground soaked through the knees of his pants. He risked a frustrated glance at Jeane, who rolled her eyes in sympathy, then at Ned. The psychic just gave him a deep frown, but at least he'd stopped flinching. Van continued to chant. The young man's eyes were closed, and all of his attention seemed devoted to the seance. McCain sighed quietly. He forced himself to relax, closing his eyes as well and letting his mind drift. That seemed to help. The ache of cold slowly diminished until all he was aware of was a clean, frosty bite. Sound· receded as well. Van's chanting was-distant, fading into a stillnessMcCain 's eyes snapped open. He knew that stillness. "Ned!" he whispered. "I feel it." 

--