Wolfram frowned, shaking his head. He stuffed two crystals into each jean pocket and three into the pockets of his sweatshirt. Suddenly he pulled the hood of his sweatshirt off his face. "We can use my sweatshirt hood.""We got anything other than our pockets to put this little buggers in?" River asked, stuffing four into each of her two jean pockets, before grabbing a ninth and turning it over in her hands, examining it, its faint blue glow reflecting in her dark blue eyes.
