It was more than just a slight tingle that ran underneath her skin. No, it was as though someone had attached a live wire to each of her nerves, and her body convulsed as the violent electrical current pulsed through her. Effortlessly, the social worker shoulder barged the door open, the hinges hanging on the edge of the musty door frame. Miracle was sprawled out in the corner of the ceiling, beside him. Her eyes were frighteningly rolled back. He suspiciously searched under her bed and he poked his head nosily into her closet. He shrugged and shuffled out, rounding up the nattering children. Soon as they had all left, Michael drifted out of her as she fell to the floor.