The Sentinels there's a black crow sitting across from me

The girl seemed to play back to him, suggesting that she might have been up to trouble. It was challenging for Ford to believe that someone as kind as her would have anything to do with the word. In this, he could not help himself from releasing a breathy laugh of sorts. He shook his head and then turned himself around so that he might face her properly.

“This would probably be the place for it,” he ventured, glancing upward and around them. The wraith was certain that there was something beyond what they were able to see. It was a feeling that sat around his gut. Like instincts, but not the same.