“This isn’t accomplishing anything,” Clay said after a few minutes.
“No, it looks like we’ll have to test it. Stay close, but behind me.” Aron stood, starting for the rock face. He halted a short stride from the spot they had seen. Slowly, he reached with one hand until the very tips of his fingers lingered an infinitesimal distance from touching the stone. Within a few seconds, he nodded, as if he sensed some betraying tingle of energy. “There’s something here. Can’t you feel it?”
Clay edged forward to stand beside him and reached as Aron had.
“Don’t quite touch it. Go close, but leave a hair’s breadth of space.” Aron watched as Clay reached.
“I feel something, almost a tickle, and there’s a faint hum, like the sound from high tension electrical lines, only very muted.”
“Right. I’ve decided—I’m going through. Grab my belt and don’t let go. I don’t want to lose you. As long as we’re physically linked, we won’t be separated and should end up in the same place.”