She's going to be horribly sick, or burst into gales of tears, or perhaps even both at once. If Father was here, she thinks, he'd be terribly disappointed I was letting the side down so badly. Even more disappointed than he'd be if he knew she'd died--there were certain things the English just didn't do, after all.

As Anathema approaches, Flavia thinks it's the woman from the vision and flinches, just for a second. If anyone could've found a way to escape the crystal ball and spring into life, she imagines it'd be her, whoever she had been. Quickly enough, she recognizes her; tries to follow her instructions and take a breath, shaky and uncertain though it is. "It felt real," she says. "Realer than anything else those things showed me before."