#And then there's poor Kate who is neither psychic nor has ever even seen the Whisperer before and is rightly very confused

[sophieswundergarten]

Listen. I really like how the show does stuff, especially with bringing such tricky and important scenes to life visually. But nothing will ever top the book's version of the Whisperer Death Scene.

Let us begin, the Whisperer repeated. Reynie braced himself. Let the worst come. He would be brave enough to resist, and he would not be alone. Let us begin, the Whisperer repeated, more insistently. Not just yet, Reynie thought. Let us begin. First let me polish my spectacles, Reynie thought. Let us begin. Not without my bucket, Reynie insisted. He heard Mr. Curtain muttering behind him. Let us begin, let us begin, let us begin. Rules and schools are tools for fools, Reynie thought.

Already the blue helmet had lowered onto the tiny girl’s head. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her mouth set tight and grim. She looked as cranky and unhappy as they had ever seen her. “Reynie Muldoon!” she shouted, and Mr. Curtain’s delighted grin shifted into a frown. The waves of blankness began to subside. “Why . . . ,” Kate said, shaking her head to clear it. “Why did she yell your name?” “The Whisperer asks for your name,” Reynie said. “Constance is resisting it.” “Sticky Washington!” Constance shouted, and Mr. Curtain quivered with irritation. “That’s the first time she ever used my nickname,” Sticky said. He sat up on his knees. “But why has the brainsweeping stopped?” “Mr. Curtain must be focusing all the power on her,” Reynie said in a wondering tone. “But why would he need to do that?” Reynie leaped to his feet, having realized the answer. “The Great Kate Weather Machine!” Constance shouted, and behind her Mr. Curtain said, “Bah!” “Because she’s resisting!” Reynie cried. “And no one can resist like Constance!”