"You're one of them." The young man's voice comes from the dark as she passes, soft and husky. He doesn't move, speaking to the air in front of them. "I remember you."

There will be a tug down near Eda's ankle. If she looks, she'll find a chain starting to form around her ankle -- made of . . . water? It stems from a trickle from a nearby drainpipe, the links beginning to braid from the air.