Planting both feet firmly against the grass, she muttered a few words of concern under her breath. Almost immediately after she finished speaking, soft vibrations began rippling through the shadows around her, and a gentle vibrating sound filled the air. A dark mass formed around her, and through it anybody watching would be able to see her lips moving quickly in a chant. Then, she was gone.
Inside the Safehouse, the items on the tables began to shake back and forth as though an earthquake was coming. It was just a very light wobble, in most cases--the object would rock from side to side, but not move from the spot where it had been placed. A watch rattled off the edge of a desk, and a few pencils rolled each other onto the floor. Then, in the corner, the darkness seemed to conglamorate in one tight ball, before it expanded with a whoosh and deposited an extremely pale young woman where it had been. Her eyes trailed about the room, mere pupils in a sea of white. "What did I miss?" she uttered, barely audible.