Try again. Now.

You look in front of you, your eyes darting through the crowd of pedestrians.

Hannah already passed you; you can't turn around and try again without people noticing. You have to try someone else...

You see a cute blonde walking by... No, she's wearing jeans. Oh, there's someone wearing a skirt... Wait, no, that's Matthew in a kilt...

There! You see a dark pleated skirt, above which is a white blouse that _definitely _contains a pair of breasts.

You already click your phone and start the wind by the time you recognize that the girl is Tara.

To Tara's credit, she reacts pretty quickly. As her skirt is nowhere near as loose fitting as Hannah's dress, she has a much easier time securing it in both the front and back. Overall, her panties were only visible for less than a second.

But you saw that entire time, and you definitely have it recorded. You stop the recording.

Tara's panties were striped, white and blue. Tight on the waistline, looser toward crotch level. They're actually fairly old and worn, to the extent that (though you don't realize it) she decided this morning that she would get rid of them today. There are little tears all over them through which her skin was visible, including one right on the bottom seam. You can't see most of these details in your video, but it's pretty good regardless.

~+~

You open a bag of potato chips and start to reach in. You pause when you hear a voice saying "Hey, Cam?"

Tara approaches you. Part of you is nervous that she caught you, but your more rational side is telling you that if you were caught Taerius would have killed you already. Your rational side is not helping at the moment.

"Hey, Tara. It's been a while." You and Tara used to be pretty close, then she and Jordan started dating last year. After they broke up, she mostly lost touch with you as well.

"Yeah. Has, hasn't it? I actually saw you a little while ago, but with you listening to music I don't know if you saw me... Please tell me you didn't, actually."

You furrow your brow, make yourself look confused by her statement. "'I didn't, actually'," you recite. "So why didn't I see you?"

Tara turned red. "Well..." She swallowed. "The wind blew up my skirt... That's pretty much it."

"And I missed it?" you joke. "Damn."

She shoves your arm, but she's smiling as she does so. Just like that, it feels like the past year never happened. It's a nice feeling.

"Anyway," she continues. "I wasn't the only one. Another girl - you remember Hannah Carlyle? - her dress went up too."

"Whatever song I was listening to is now officially my least favorite."

"Come on, be serious. Thing is, the wind? It just went straight up. There weren't any sewers, the wind didn't come from anywhere. And it only affected me and Hannah. There was even a guy in a kilt walking next to me and nothing happened to him."

"Huh. That is pretty weird." Dang it, Matthew.

"I even went back there after class," she adds. "After I, well, changed, obviously." She gestures to her khaki shorts. "There really was nowhere the wind could have come from, no way it made sense."

"That's even weirder," you say. "So, um, why are you telling me this?"

"I think something's up. I figured there was a puzzle or a mystery or something and... I didn't want to solve it alone. And, when it happened, I saw you there, and I figured... I trust you. I can work with you. You're surprisingly not always a complete moron when you put your mind to it."

_She trusts you. _The phone in your shirt pocket feels like it's on fire.

"Well," you say carefully. "Either this was a coincidence, or maybe... maybe God's a pervert?"

"Excuse me?"

"Yeah, think about it. Who else can control the wind like that?"

"Huh," she says. But she still looks unconvinced.

"I'll keep an eye out," you promise. "See if anything else like this happens."

"So you can help figure this out, or because you're hoping to get an eyeful?"

You smirk. "We'll just have to wait and see. But, seriously, I'll help see what's up."

"Thanks." She starts to walk away.

_She knows something, _you think. She may not suspect me, exactly, but she definitely knows something supernatural is going on. I just need to keep an eye on her, make sure she notices nothing, and nothing will go wrong. I will succeed.

He knows something, Tara thinks. He was looking down and his heart beating this whole conversation. His theory about a pervert does make some sense, though. Whatever I felt was with me and Leslie at the movie supports that. I just need to work with him until I find out what he knows, and nothing will go wrong. I will succeed.