First, Tikki struggles to lift her arm, lift one hand to her breast, and it’s
more like trying to lift a building from its foundations. The muscles in her arm 
strain to the point of agony, yet nothing happens. Her arm remains motionless. 
Incredibly, though, she is able to turn her head with no more effort than it 
takes to breathe. What she sees as she looks over her shoulder puzzles her as 
much as everything else. A pulsing cord of brilliant white runs from somewhere 
near the back of her neck to the wall.