Then came a ripping whoooosh. The hollow split, and the last strong cluster of tomorrows spun loose into the open sky-sea.

“Catch them! Catch every last one!” Peep cried, zigzagging so fast he nearly swallowed his own whistle. Ori lunged for the brightest bubbles, but each grab knocked three more away.

Then Ori heard, in memory, Mira’s worried voice and Grandpa Drift’s unfinished tales. For the first time, Ori stopped trying to grab everything at once and let the glimmers drift where they were trying to go.