At first I fretted, thinking that Teresa might still be in a dazed state. I worried that she would wander into the line of fire. But then a strange transformation occurred. I only saw it out of the corner of my eye—I was too busy sighting and shooting at the cultists who scrambled every which way, some of them hurling themselves down the steps and tumbling to the base of the pyramid in a flailing jumble of arms and legs.