"You said you see patterns," Lexi said. "What did you mean by that?" "The day my mother died, I felt the wind on my face and I looked up at the clouds. I could see this amazing pattern forming, always moving, but immediately I knew something was very wrong. It was there, right in front of me. Who sees forecasts of danger or death in clouds?" Airiana pressed her fingers to her eyes. She had the beginnings of a wicked headache. "You do, obviously," Lissa said. -Lexi, Airiana, & Lissa"