The bubble held all five of us: me, Darren, Squall, Dayanara, and Lyle, our bodies mashed together by the force of the descent. White water from the falls pounded on the outside, blinding us, erasing the world. The water was rough and vicious, attacking the bubble and jolting us around. We struggled to stand because of the constant assault. Every heartbeat, I worried the spell would pop and we’d be tossed into the violent fray of water.

Dayanara stood in the center, arms up like a conductor, ...