Calvin had barely buttoned up his raincoat when the downpour started. He watched, stupefied, as the droplets poured liberally from the sky, as if scattered by the hand of God. What in the world has just happened? Glancing over at Emily, he gaped as he watched her concentrate on happier things and, miraculously, influence the weather to be sunny again. As Emily stated the obvious, Calvin couldn't speak. He just sat there, dumbfounded. That Emily Elwood, the sweet little poetry-writing Emily, had such an awesome power was nearly incomprehensible to Calvin. But as he thought about it, processing everything slowly in his mind, suddenly the events of the past few months began to click into place. The strange thunderstorms they'd been having when all of the forecasts called for sun, the countless times Calvin could remember the rain seeming to mimic Emily's tears whenever she was sad about something, and - of course! - the terrible hurricane that had nearly torn Mao's house apart the night that Emily had experienced her first heartbreak. It all made sense.
Which was to say, it didn't make sense at all. How in the name of heaven could Emily possibly do that? It made no sense! Where were all of these powers coming from, and why were they affecting people he knew? Why were they affecting him? Suddenly he got the strange, anxious sensation that this craziness had to affect more than just himself and Katie (and, apparently, the mysterious girl from his vision). If this had spread to Emily too, then who knew what strange and terrifying things other people could do? What if everyone on the island could do something like this? The thoughts were enough to make Calvin's head spin. Before he could completely lose himself in a reverie, however, the pressure of Emily's weight against him pulled him out of his thought.
"God... Emily..." he stammered, still flabbergasted. "How is that... when did..." He was so overwhelmed with questions that he found himself incapable of properly asking any of them. "Wow."