"Let's push through with energy." The Saxon spirit suggested.
Phoebe put her hands out and moved them gently from side to side, forging forward into the massive crowd, creating a path for herself and her group.
The people in the way were surprised to find themselves being moved by an unseen force but with the size of the crowd, the disguises and music, nobody made a fuss.
Not even the man whose cup of beer was spilled onto his bare chest complained and when Phoebe apologized, he did not respond as he did not know for what reason she was apologizing.
The Saxon spirit moved along with Phoebe, clearing a path the same way she was doing. They followed the drop of David's blood for more than ten minutes but failed to reach Valerie.
The longer it took, the more frustrated they found themselves feeling. Would they make it in time to save her?