What Mel saw was a twitch in the corn. Probably nothing. Probably just the wind. There are plenty of ripples from the wind, after all.

Except that when you focus on one ripple, it kind of looks like it's moving in a line. And then there's another one, and a third. Hard to make out.

Until something landed in the corn, and then these tiny, barely perceptible lines turned almost as one, and started heading towards the landing site.

Mel tucks her bad hand across her chest, uses her other and the scythe it holds to shield her injury, and tucks and rolls as she hits the corn, racing to where she saw Rachel disappear.

"Incoming!"