鈥淕yaarahgyaarah,鈥� she said, and the sound rolled into itself鈥攁n incantation that was at once nonsense and meaning. She unfolded the paper and traced a finger along a column of numbers. 鈥淪eason one, episode one. Eight, ten鈥� eight, ten,鈥� she murmured. Her voice was calm and careful, a narrator reading from memory.
