Nothing was moving. There was no sense of that disorientation everyone had to fight. River always fought it too, though less than most. If you could read minds, finding out where things had gotten to was a lot easier. Someone always knew.
She knew, too, when her new friend was ready to see her, and headed over to the library without incident.
River was sitting on the stairs when Jensen arrived, and giggled, and smiled up at him when he made his outburst.