Forcing away his worries and concerns, Sam returned his concentration to what he was doing. Colored sand dribbled from his fingers to fall to the ground, each grain taking its place in a growing, intricate pattern. The site would be ready soon, but only barely soon enough. He’d spent most of the last two days here, laying out the patterns with Father Rinaldi’s help and consecrating the site in preparation for the ritual. The sand paintings were the last step, and they could not have been done before tonight.