Jez slumped down into the armchair beside the couch Nate usually took. She leant her head on her arms on the armrest, her feet tucked under her, staring at the stripy throw on the couch beside her. Her head was spinning, and she felt like she'd forgotten something. A conversation, maybe, or a lesson. Her hand tightened around the orb in her pocket. What was this little ball's secret?