She hesitated. She was still standing when the wash of scent, and power battered over her. She couldn't help her gasp, the step back from surprise. And then she could see. Somehow. She stared with her eyes closed, at once amazed at what she saw, and perplexed. The table was a riot of beautiful colours, colours she couldn't even begin to describe, colours she couldn't see, herself.<em>The Book</em><br/><br/>Tegan dropped to her knees, her hand on the table's edge to keep from knocking her chin off of it. She ducked under the table, reaching for the book and clasping it tightly in her hand. Pulling it close, and tugging it to her chest, she all but swung out from under the table, and quick-stepped away. Temptation pulled at her, the urge to look back, see what he had done. His voice was the same, but different. She couldn't place how, the tone had changed, maybe. It was almost if two people were talking. And they were scared. She took the steps two at a time, closing the door behind herself with a click that seemed to ricochet all around the house. Sliding down the door, she sat, panting, her eyes still closed. She waited for him, heart pounding, tugging to feel him so far away.<br/><br/>The plunger lay on the floor, forgotten. What had Roe done? What were they going to do? What was he doing to the intruders? She wanted it to be a few hours ago, when things were simple. When her biggest concern had been the water heater running out.