The dancers slowly moved into a wide circle surrounding Amy, who noticed all eyes were fixed on her. No one seemed to notice the sad-eyed fiddler, who crossed the room to stand with her. From behind her, she heard the band's fiddler pick up the tune, then the guitar player. One by one they joined, until the entire band was playing along. The mist began swirling in the center of the circle, until it seemed there were shapes forming...