"It could have worked. It should have." Visions of Janice and the dead dzoo-noo-qua swam before his eyes. "We’ve got to hurry now, whether I want to or not. Janice is succumbing to the wendigo nature. We’ve got to find someone who can do the ritual properly as soon as possible. We’ve got to enlist the help of a shaman who has the power, experience, and skill we need."