From his experience on the farm, Robert knew well the sound of a falling tree. Brian did as well. Brian came dashing downstairs, dressed only in a pair of forest green pajama pants, barefooted. He flew to the kitchen to snatch up Angus's black leather duster, when Michael hollered at him.
"Stand down, Junior," Michael called. ""We're not on fire that we know of. We'll let you know."
Robert came in from the kitchen, not able to speak to Brian before Michael had, and he brought with him a mug of chamomile tea for him and one for kate. He saw Kate was working with the antique pensieve, which he had bought for her for Valentine's Day.
"Something wrong, Dear?" he asked, putting the mug on the coffee table beside the pensieve.
"I don't know," she said, preoccupied and concentrating. "I just want to be certain."
"What are your senses picking up?"
"A difference in the energies outside," she said. "And I don't think its just the lighting." She looked at Jim and Jack, narrowing her gaze at them. "You had to have seen something odd out there. What was it?"