““Jasmine thought of her powers, her real powers, as coming from a fifth element, a quintessential world that was everywhere but for most people remained just out of sight. Something there and then not there, something almost remembered and then almost instantly forgotten. A moment of sudden, releasing happiness out of nowhere, or something caught out of the corner of an eye, or felt somewhere behind them, a split second before they turned to look. For Jasmine it was just outside the door. An unimaginable world she imagined, believed she had been led to imagine, as being like the air above a great river, the almost wordless voices from there which told her things, as free and as fleet in that element as fishes. And who teased her sometimes about that, giggling then like children, effortlessly just out of reach, catch me if you can. And she knew that one day she would. She had no doubt that that world existed. Everything else to Jasmine was a struggle upstream until we got there. That was coming home.””
