The cup of eggnog that Jamie was still holding slipped from nerveless fingers and fell to the ground. While there wasn't a lot of liquid left, most of it splashed out and onto Donald's shoe before the cup bounced and then rolled away into the crowd. Donald glared at his son, and opened his mouth to say something.

Jamie didn't give him a chance - whatever it was, it wouldn't be pleasant. "Sorry," he said quickly, and knelt down to start cleaning up the mess. Luckily, this also meant that he could hide his rather shocked expression. He had caught fleeting glimpses of similar looks on a few others in the crowd, and he guessed he might not have been the only one to have heard that feminine voice in his mind. Something nagged in the back of his mind about the words, too. They were...familiar. Why would they be familiar? Did it have anything to do with the odd things he had seen? Had anyone else seen them as well?

It was all he could do to keep the thoughts from showing on his face as he mopped up the eggnog with a napkin that had been grabbed from a nearby table.