Prudence nods, looking abashed in the face of Abby's surprise-- is it a faux pas to wonder? But she relaxes some when the answer comes honestly.

"How strange," she remarks, "and that's why there are so many of you here." One can almost see the pieces coming together in her mind.

"I saw the rifts over Crestwood before they were closed. There was..." She pauses, in the way of one uncertain of whether to proceed, but powers through: "...there was one under the lake."