“And I froze him,” Raina said, and her outlines sharpened, until there was a human-shaped void with a corona of moonlight about it, and a face, dimly seen, that might be bone or flesh; it seemed to slide from one to the other. “Raina Scherer, deceased,” she said. “I’m afraid I don’t have any credentials of the usual sort. Dr. Felix will have to vouch for me.”
The policeman turned to Raina with his notebook and prepared to take her statement. Since the Great Change, the authorities took evidence and asked questions later, especially on the night of the full moon.