"The point is embedded." Molly admitted. "I'm good at running, and fitting into small places."
There was a sudden remembering of terror, being spun around, then agony to the side of her head. She closed her eyes and her fingers shot up to the place the small metal disk covered the place once shattered.
"Could do better though." The memory sank back away and into the darkness it had bubbled out of.
"Are you going to ride the music tonight? Midnight will be magic hour and old turns to new. The superstitious say what you do as the switch is made will be an indicator of the future."