It was too loud to talk. A mosher backed into Miranda's chair and nearly 
fell over her. Beck stood up, came round the table, and extended one hand, 
asking her to dance. Miranda looked into the Dionysian revel filling the floor 
and understood that the only way to be safe was to join it. She plucked her 
dragonfly pin from the tabletop and followed Beck into the midst of the dance. 
As she pinned it on, it began to flash, and she thought she heard a new strain 
woven into the song.