North looked at her. “Do you see visions? Hear prophecies?”

Harmony shrugged. “It’s hard to describe how I work. Sometimes I just get this vibe and I feel compelled to speak up. But the process is like trying to explain a dream. You think you understand it but you don’t, not really. Unfortunately, things are almost never crystal clear for me. Interpretation is always a bitch.”

Sierra nodded. “Same with my father’s psychic poems.”

“I know.” Harmony smiled a cryptic smile. “I consult with your father from time to time, remember?”

“Of course,” Sierra said.

North looked at Harmony. “I don’t suppose you have anything to add to that announcement about the ghosts of the Bluestone Project and the need to fight the dark forces with the light of the future?”

“Sorry,” Harmony said. “That’s all I have for now. I give you my word that if I get any more flashes of prophecy along those lines I’ll let you know. Meanwhile, you’re here to speak with Marge, and I know you’re in a hurry. She’s working down in the basement. The coffee is down there, too.”

“Marge is working here in the library?” Sierra asked. “What in the world is she doing down there?”

Harmony winked. “Marge has the ability to see auras and a preternatural eye for detail. She’s helping me fill in some of the missing data from the Fogg Lake ancestry logs. Turns out that while she was at that horrible Riverview hospital she met a lot of other inmates who had a psychic vibe. Some of them had parents or grandparents who were living here in Fogg Lake at the time of the Incident.”

The basement was a concrete structure filled with more crammed shelves and the glass-and-steel cases that protected the artifacts. The currents of energy in the underground space were a lot hotter than they were upstairs.

“The Oracles of Fogg Lake have been collecting books, treatises and occasionally artifacts relating to the paranormal since the days of the Incident,” Harmony explained.

North looked around. “I’m surprised Victor hasn’t tried to convince you to give this collection to the Foundation library.”

Harmony snorted. “Victor Arganbright and I have an understanding. He stays off my turf and I stay off his. However, we have agreed to consult with each other whenever one of us thinks it would be wise to share information. For example, we are both concerned about the new rumors of Vortex that have begun to circulate. Until now that old lab was treated as a myth or a legend. But something has changed.”

“The chatter about Vortex is heating up in the hot artifacts market, too,” Sierra said.

A middle-aged woman dressed in a long, flowing caftan patterned in an exotic print sat at a table in the middle of the room. She wore a pair of sneakers and a knit cap. A yellow notepad, a pen and a can of soda were in front of her.

She watched Harmony lead Sierra and North across the room.