Clyde reckoned that they were not in the liberty of time to discuss it nor explain himself to his cat, so instead of answering Naomi, he just beckoned to him to make some haste.
"As much as I wish to tell you how I sensed that Syra was in danger, I simply can't. I was just as clueless as you were. I also don't know how it happened but I just knew. Now, better hurry! We have no time to waste. We have to go save her."
And without wasting another minute of their time, Clyde readied his wand and ran outside. His cat, Naomi, was naturally on his tow, running after him.
Meanwhile, as the sky turned darker, the air also started to grow colder; signaling that the arrival of the cold night draft was close.
At the same time, rain also started to pour as though the clouds themselves were crying for Syra's misfortune.
The pitter-patter of the raindrops drowned the silence of the night.
