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side and immediately the place was flooded with light, both inside and out. It was nearly as bright as daylight. She gasped. "What did you do?"
He looked at her strangely. "I turned on the lights. Didn't you see the solar panels? I have electricity out here."
"But . . ." She would not meet his gaze. What was he talking about? Once again, his words sounded foreign, incomprehensible, but she was afraid to ask more questions. Mike Danziger was already staring at her as though she were crazyor worse. She recognized that look; she had seen it often when she had revealed one of her visions to anyone but Lucy, when she had been labeled evil, blasphemous, a witch.
But these lightsthey seemed to radiate from lamps that did not flicker as oil lights would. There were no flames that she could see, and how could they all have lit at once? Another mystery, like the flat glass panes, the oddly flexible water bottle, and the very existence of this cabin outside her vision. What was happening to her?
She stepped inside, feeling terribly self-conscious in the light with her wet blouse clinging to her and nothing on below save bloomers and boots. Mike's eyes ranged over her and widened in what appeared to be appreciation, and she felt herself redden. Still, she raised her chin. She could not help feeling ashamed, but she did not have to show that to him. She hoped he would soon offer her extra clothing.
She had preceded him inside the cabin, and she began to look around. It looked homey and

 
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