Uh oh. Amelia wouldn't grasp the shade's intentions if it wasn't for the change in the wind pattern - an incorporeal attack can only mean one thing. She adjusts the wind and leaps off the ledge in a weird backwards glide, too afraid to take her eyes off the shade. Like before, she whips the flashlight out and lights it in Stocke's face. Just a moment to stall, that's all she needs...