There's been no sign, along the road so far, of the artifact they're hunting. But moving at that speed, in a man-made conveyance on a man-made road, Kali can't say there's no chance she might have missed it.

So, and so: she moves away from the car, lets it dwindle behind her along with the other passengers, closes her eyes.

Steps, with one abruptly bare foot, onto the damp roadside grass. Spreads out all four arms to the air.

And stretches, breathing, listening.