Keith’s message glowed on the screen, an image dug out of a Flickr account at the end of a long chase. It hissed through Cardine’s head, seemed to undulate and grow. She felt dizzy.
When the knock came, like bones clacking, she almost thought she’d dreamed it.
Through the peephole Steph’s head looked distended, her forehead huge, her eyes too far apart. There was something else, but Cardine’s mind swam. She opened the door.
“Steph. Hey. What time is it?” She blinked, squinted. “You ok? What’s with your eyes?”
Steph rose, her feet leaving the ground, and the air crackled.