"I hope she would not be overwhelmed by all those children," Teja says.

He holds the bracelet, closes his eyes, and opens the door.

On the other side, there is a grassy hill and a farm ducking beneath it. The sky is leaden grey and casting down rain, hail, and lightning. It seems that the first thunderstorm of the year is in session.

"If we fetch umbrellas," Teja ponders, "would we shock them more than is warranted?"