[Iona slips out after Thomas and lands softly on her feet. It's a lot eerier in the galleries at night and without other people to fill in the gaps, the unnatural atmosphere is palpable.

The witch glances back and forth.]

Okay. She'll be more active now that there's no one to stare at her.

[She shakes out her right arm and opens and closes her fist.]

I can kind of track her based on how much my arm tingles.