Kelly was the Herald, but she didn’t know it yet. They’d sent plenty of signs: radios changed suddenly, playing songs with messages in the lyrics, and dogs stopped by her and barked in Morse code. The guy who was always outside the liquor store, who talked like a pirate, praised her as the Beacon and the Hope.
Kelly didn’t notice any of it. She was too worried about Chris, about this party tonight and what he was going to say.
She finally took the hint when the stars reshaped into giant glowing letters:
KELLY, YOU ASSHOLE, WE’RE ON OUR WAY.