“Okay,” Dawn said quickly, not wanting Meg to get too upset. She was going to have to process the trauma eventually, but for now they still needed some answers. “What about the cold breeze? Did any of the rest of you feel it?”
“No,” Chandra said, shaking her head. None of the others responded.
“Professor Lal,” Dawn said, turning to her. “You remember the cold spot I noticed in class.”
Professor Lal nodded slowly, her lips pinched together. “You think that was the killer.”