"Something wrong Kes ... ?--"
She jumped, startled, then managed a smile for Aren Yashar.
"Nothing's wrong, really, it's just-Now that she had to articulate it,
Kes felt foolish. Still puzzled, she reached out to touch the odorless
purple flower.
Her hand went right through it.
Kes gasped, turning to face Aren, a question on her lips. The words died
as she saw that he had something metallic and dangerous-looking pointed
directly at her.