Time Is of the Essence

It was helf past midnight when Harry, Amelia and Natasha stood in the midst of an empty circus arena. Vorelis began going through his famous light show routine. On ordinary occasions, midway through such a routine, people would have been brought to their feet with cheers and applause. Now there was no audience. Vorelis stepped beyond what he ordinarily did during a show. The light performance quickly became something else. Suddenly the arena disappeared. Harry, Amelia and Natasha found themselve