"Oh, Jesus..." David murmured, and instinctively took his sister's hand. "That's... bloody hell. And you're sure? It couldn't have been one of his visions? No, that's stupid... he only has them of people who need help and she's..." He pushed his other hand through his hair. This wasn't good. Nor was trying to 'rationalise' it into something supernatural. There were too many other warning signs to justify that, especially to people who had seen this sort of thing before in William.