"Can't say for certain and the likelihood is high; she shines like a broken beacon, bright and overwhelming, at the edge of it's expected lifetime..." River takes in a shuddering breath, keeping her voice low so that she won't suddenly spiral into a pit of rage and depression and despair at whatever this is, exactly.

"There are others. New and old but not too old." She shuts her eyes and shifts from side to side. "Go go now go!" Pushing Simon ahead. She's right behind, but so is another stalker.