A thought occurs to Sarah. The snow the other night wasn't natural, was it? Maybe the rain ins't either.

Sarah might not be able to force the soul of a false body to reject the spirit inhabiting it, but she has no problems looking at water as an inatinmate object.

She reaches out and tries to sense the souls of the rain droplets--she doesn't think the clouds are close enough to fullbring, but she'll try anyway.

Does anything feel "off" about the sudden down pour?