Other Notebooks Are Available | A charge was building, thin and shrill, like the turning on of a television or a large machine. The pitch rising, a many voice in a soaring vhmm. She leaned against a wall, braced, for if it grew, higher and higher, and swept everyone flat, she could be left the only one standing. The lights in the buildings and the lamps were trying to spark, then the sound went flat; fufffff. See-throughs appeared, flickering in between the crowd. Four of them. All of about the same size, not obviously woman or man. They were like the air that wriggles and blurs above a hot pan, but with a purpose, wishing her forward. She had read that when a tsunami comes, there is a sensation, a shockwave that only animals can feel. They run into the hills for safety; all the people drown. A cat sidled under a parked car, and left only the twitch of its tail behind. Time to try for higher ground.