When things changed, when they were sudden in a tub in the midst of a magical glen, Geraint stiffened.  His mind withdrew from Vara with tail of the connection seeing the darkness inside Geraint getting closer to the surface.  His face turned hard.  His eyes darkened as he started to assume the change and he was aware that his pistol with its silver bullets was possibly a world away.  Deep inside his chest, he produced a dangerous growl, and he showed his teeth which were starting to lengthen.  He didn't what was going on.<br/><br/>"I see something," he growled, his voice lower by an octave and a half, a rumbling basso profundo.  "More than something."<br/><br/>Because he was also casting about with his mind.  There were spirits here, a sadness, and hidden anger.  Not from the eyes that watched them - though Geraint had no sense of what was going on there - but from the<i>others</i>.  He had sensed this before.  When the end came, it came in terror and pain, and the spirits left behind were often changed by the insanity of the final cataclysms of the Old World.  In addition to the spirit that watched them, there were others, which watched them with hunger or hate or pity or disgust - or annoyance for having brought Geraint (or that which was inside of him) to this place kept so clean from outside influences.  Outside horrors.