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Brad determines to go forward unsure if those voices in his head are real or not. He suspects he may be going crazy or worse.

“I, don’t believe it there is movement about the eye lids.” The first voice sounds like it comes from a gruff older man. A woman could be heard as she began to weep while another voice interjected. “Samantha I never gave up hope she is coming around. See the eye movement she is trying to open her eyes.” His voice drew louder as the gruff man commented in an unemotional even tone. “Sometimes even after prolonged unconsciousness people come out of it. Your daughter is a fighter that is certain. Take a deep breath because she may not be the daughter you knew.” “What do you mean?” The younger male voice pressed while the female audibly cried. “I mean it is not uncommon for loss of brain function in cases of severe trauma she suffered. She might not recognize you.” The other man silenced him with a sharp rebuke. “We are prepared. I rather you not make dire statements until the facts are in, my Emily will be fine.”

A blur formed in front of me as if I were watching events through a translucent pane of glass. Shapes began to take form as a woman with short blond hair cut in a page boy style leaned close. She had been crying her reddened eyes betrayed her fear. How did I know what her hair style is called? “It could be because I told you.” The soft voice of Emily floated inside my head. I made no response as a clear view of a man appeared before me. His blue eyes also strained from fighting tears were beaming as he leaned forward. His light brown hair brushed my cheek as he leaned in to kiss me. “We have been praying for you kitten. We never gave up, not for a minute.” I found myself answering “I know daddy.” ‘Is that me or is it Emily?’ The voice inside my head answered, “me of course. For your information daddy’s name is Henry and Mom is Samantha.”

The doctor, Covington is his name began to ask a bunch of questions. “How many fingers do you see me holding up? What is your mother’s name what is your father’s name? What day is it?” I did not expect to wake up to an inquisition. I responded in rapid fashion running the answers together. I had no idea if Emily was into wise ass sarcasm but that is my way to answer inane questions. “Four, Sam, Henry and how the hell do I know? I have been asleep forever.” In my head I heard, “good answers.” While Emily agreed with my answers, the doctor continued. “Well, my dear it is Tuesday, November first, nineteen-fifty-nine. You have been comatose one month. Do you remember what happened?” ’November? What the hell happened to October?’ I thought since this is October and my dream fast forwarded. Then it hit me, I saved Emily. Ignoring the doctor I addressed Emily. “Girl this is October so what did you do? Are you telling me this crap has another month to go?” Emily replied in a sassy voice. “That is why I sent you into the past to stop the damn accident.” I tightened up not able to understand any of this. “How do you bend time Emily?” Her answer is not reassuring, “I have no idea.” I turned my focus toward the doctor certain I am screwed.

Before I could respond Emily blurted, “my car what happened to my car is it wrecked?” “Good you remember the accident.” The doctor answered quickly. “Daddy how bad is my car?” I learned pretty quickly how important this vehicle is to the girl. I had a hard time understanding people’s love affair with automobiles. In this day and age almost no one drives as travel is exclusively mass transit. Emily’s father smiled answering. “The car is fine they were able to repair it just like new. More important is how are you and are you going to be alright? We will worry about the car later.” That calmed down the vibes I felt pulsing from Emily and helped me relax as well. I said calmed Emily down but that proved to be a rushed comment. Before I knew what happened she burst out with, “when can I go home?” I steeled my thoughts focusing on a message to Emily. ‘Girl do you know how weird this is with both of us talking out of the same mouth? Please stop talking.’

Doctor Covington turned a lighter shade as he rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “I am not sure my dear. There are many tests to run so we can learn the extent of the therapy you need. We have no idea of the damage you might have suffered. Please reach out each arm one at a time then your legs lift them as high as you can.” Emily’s parents stepped back giving the doctor room watching what Emily could do. Covington demonstrated a cautious gaze as he viewed the movements. “You maintain a reasonable range of motion but your grip is weak. I, don’t think you are ready to stand yet. The physical therapists has some work to do but it looks positive. If, there are no complications perhaps a week or two. It depends on the tests and your progress.”

Mom and dad appeared relieved even when the doctor told them to go home and come back tomorrow. “Your daughter needs rest and so do you. We can talk tomorrow and young lady get some sleep.” With that he walked them out into the hall closing the door behind. ’They want me to get sleep? Do the fools realize I have been sleeping for a month already?’ Here I am alone with Emily happy she is awake. Perhaps my stupid dreams are finally over. “There girl I got you awake so I can go home now. I hope everything goes well for you.” Diane and Fred can rest easy as their friend, me, is off the hook. “I could not have made it without you. You, can’t go just yet. I am still too weak and may not be able to hold on.” I froze at that not liking what I heard. “Wait a minute, you said you needed my strength to come out of the coma. You did that so all is good.” She answered in that soft sensual pouty voice that I’ve already heard far too often. I like her voice I really do but I recognize the tone. The tone most guys know at once means trouble. “We have to be sure I can stand on my own. I know I, can’t right now. I am still weak and I need you.”

When a pretty girl tells you, she needs you. It is yet another kiss of death. I assured Diane, I would make no more promises. I have to keep my word especially to Diane. “You tell me how long is this going to take? When will you know? I do have a life out there. I said help you not take over.” “I know, err uh what is your name?” “You do not know? It is Brad, Brad Lincoln.” “I, can’t believe I have a guy living inside me. A lot of guys have tried to get inside me but none have. You are the first. I will be honest Brad, I could grow weaker and fade away. If you stay to help me and I do fade away, you are stuck here as me.” That earthquake rattled me. Stuck, I did not expect to hear the word stuck. Stuck has nasty implications.

“Wait a minute, wait just one minute. I could get stuck here as you? I did not sign on for that. When were you going to fill me in on that little detail?” “I just did you can cut and run now if you want. If you do you will be killing me and breaking the hearts, of some special people.” Wonderful, play the guilt trip card. Why do women always do that? What is she, seventeen, sixteen? Already, she has mastered the art. “Seventeen,” she answers, “remember we can read each others thoughts.” “How much warning do I get? I mean I want to see you make it but there is a limit. How many friends do you have? There must be somebody who loves you enough to risk their life.” I thought I had her with those questions. “Other than my parents there is no one. I tried reaching out to them but there was no connection. You are the only one who received me. I must say based on what you have done you must be my best friend.”

Great here we are locked together like Siamese twins having gone from entrapment to laying down a guilt trip and finally flirting. This kid is good and I am a tool. “Ok I will try but if you begin to fade away I am bailing. The first thing you have to do is lose the boyfriend.” “What! Remember I dumped him did you forget that?” “I heard that but he is still skulking around playing the pity card and making promises. You are going to be the iron lady and tell him to get lost. The guy is a louse.” That is when she started whining. “He did not mean it. It was a mistake he said he was sorry.”

I would have given her the look if we were normal people having a conversation when she came out with that line. As we are only voices in the same head visual cues are not on the menu. I carefully vocalized my best duh voice with my next response. “Right, I’m a guy remember? Uh just what mistake from the list are we talking about? There is a pile of them. Are you referring to the one where Gail raised her skirt? Your boyfriend willingly plunged ahead filling the void with earnest. Are you telling me, he thought she was you? Just a simple case of mistaken identity it happens all the time. No girl his only mistake was getting caught. I know the type believe me. Choose one of those or is there another one? I mean your placing me in that car with Blake was a beauty. His hands were quick and what were you thinking wearing a skirt? You had to know that was dangerous around Blake.” This time she had no quick come back Emily grew silent. I managed to get her agreement there will be no taking back poor Dave. There will be no dating that Neanderthal Blake without a police escort. She will give me ample warning so I can bail. It is not much and the risk is real. However, I am growing attached to my other self.

Diane had no idea how her friend, Wanda would receive the story she is about to tell. As she approached the woman’s house she is clueless of Brad’s interaction with Emily and his sudden awakening in that far off hospital room. Wanda appeared at the door with an odd expression suggesting she is not surprised by the late evening visit. She opened it wide stepping aside allowing entry offering a sweep of her arm as she backed from the door. Wanda guided Diane through the narrow hallway into a spacious sitting room where they sat on a small two cushion settee. Oswald, the serving butler barely backed out of the room when Wanda, got straight to the point. She set down her tea cup tilting her head toward her young friend and spoke in a careful tone.

“There are ripples all around us creating mists hiding a true understanding of the forces behind them. I have been meaning to speak with Audrey. Perhaps, she could see through providing some insight. It is your friend who is at the center is it not so my dear?” Wanda raised her cup once again as she sat back providing a bit of space for the girl. She realized her opening took Diane back a bit. Diane’s surprised countenance relayed to her friend she had no expectation Wanda is aware of the strange occurrences effecting Brad. She exhaled slowly in an attempt to center herself. Wanda’s statement temporarily threw her off balance. With eyes wide open, Diane settled her cup with shaking fingers watching ripples of tea seek their level. Focused on the dark liquid she spoke nervously without looking up. “My visit comes as no surprise you are aware of Brad’s dreams? Perhaps you are aware of child who implores him to save Emily. Do you know who this child is?” Before Wanda can address Diane’s astonished query, she adds an aside. “There is far more to Brad’s dreaming than we know, he may be in danger?” Wanda reaches forward touching Diane’s wrists reassuring her. “Tell me the story dear and I will do my best to explain what I know. Don’t leave anything out even the slightest element is important and essential to solving this riddle.”

Wanda Olsen is a middle-aged woman who grew up in small town Minnesota. Descended from several generations of witches most having low level abilities. Wanda strived to enhance her skills beyond her abilities never having much success. She can create minor spells and has some ability to ‘see’ but not to any great extent. She subscribes to all the journals and news letters available and knows the names of important and powerful practitioners. Until this moment, she has never had an opportunity to join their circle. She considers the problem Diane presents as an opening to interact with the council. Diane describes everything Brad had told her cautioning he may not have revealed all. Wanda, in spite of her limited ability is aware that forces are gathering brewing up a storm. She does not know who they are or their intent. Wanda eagerly anticipates her opportunity to speak with an important witch. This is her chance to finally be important herself.

“What you present Diane is well beyond my ability or my understanding. I can only tell you ripples are stirring and there will be a crisis in the near future. The divide has been breached causing a disruption in the balance. We are not alone you know, well perhaps you do not know. This child you inquire about is a projection from the other side. She is sent by the girl who needs saving. Your friend must be one who has abilities or sensitivity toward the divide. There are some humans who have this gift and are not even aware of it. Risk, of course there is risk. I cannot speak to danger it depends upon the intent of the seeker.”

Disappointment is evident upon Diane’s face as she makes eye contact with her friend. “I, don’t understand anything you just said. You spoke about divides, seekers, ripples and crisis. How can we help Brad and keep him safe? What can I do, can you help?” Diane returns to her tea thinking this may have been just a waste of time. Could her friend be just another charlatan who plays at practicing Wicca but knows nothing? ’She is sounding like one of those wire preachers. All that is missing is her plea for a donation.’

“Diane, you were right to come to me. My ability is limited but there are people who can help. Let me clarify what I said. It may create doubt and cause you to question but hear me out with an open mind.” Wanda searched Diane’s gaze noting a slight acceptance at a least willingness to listen. She went on to describe events as she understands them. “First you have to accept the divide is real. There are other planes of existence residing side by side with our reality. Our worlds are separated by a membrane called the divide. Someone, the government we believe caused a break in the divide allowing people to pass through to the other side. The council worked to close that divide but the government found a process using science to keep passage open. If we cannot shut down the break, there will be a crisis causing a worldwide catastrophe. There have always been gifted people who can shift through the divide. This break was not caused by them. The girl, Emily from what you said was hurt in an automobile accident. She must have some abilities as she sent her image seeking help. How we help your friend is by helping this child. Yes there are risks as there is with everything. I know of someone who can help. If you wish, I will petition her. Perhaps she will see you.”

Evening turned into night as they spoke. Diane heard with suspicion Wanda’s words. She balked at accepting this fantastic trip into mythical lore the woman offered. Events happening to Brad lent themselves to support witches, divides and other worlds. She had no choice other than go along with it even if she doubted. “Who is this person who has the ability to intercede? She sounds powerful and foreboding. Can she be trusted and how do I contact her?”

“Ah, she is all of that with a temper exacting costs for crossing her. At the same time she is kind, considerate and caring. I know of her but I never had contact with the woman. You do not petition Audrey Ramsey with frivolous issues. I will contact her at your request. If she chooses to honor my petition, you must go to her and present your plea. The issue of your friend’s safety and the girl’s must be addressed on the other side.” Wanda gazed at a concerned Diane measuring her searching to discover the woman’s acceptance or denial. She did not have to wait long.

Diane sensed the probing behind Wanda’s flat expression giving the best answer she could. “I have little choice based upon what you say. I am not sure if I accept it or not but there is no logical explanation to counter. I guess we should go forward with this.” Wanda smiled while nodding still holding Diane’s wrist. “I appreciate your honesty. I could not expect any mortal to believe what I offered by way of explanation. You present a willingness to listen without judging. That is all anyone can ask. I will contact Audrey. I trust she will receive you. Have you ever been to New Hampshire?” Diane blinked mouthing New Hampshire. “Yes dear you must travel as Audrey is not likely to jump on her broom and come to you.”

Wanda closed the door behind Diane watching the girl walk into the night. She nearly trembled as she sat at her desk in a quiet darkened unseen room. One of her limited abilities allows her to pass through walls providing an excellent method of hiding the room where she works. She had never dared contact the coven’s national director before. Wanda had no idea how her communication would be received. Dare she be so brazen as to submit her problem to one so illustrious?

Audrey Ramsey smiled at the well worded petition appearing in her inbox. It is not on the wire of course where prying eyes may intercept it. The telegraph for lack of a better term used by the coven is not known to mortals. The craft had ceased using owls generations ago about the time brooms were discarded. She mused reading Wanda Olsen’s story of her human petitioners. Audrey is growing concerned about an even greater intrusion by that awful government woman. She did not regard Wanda as an intruder into her sphere it is that awful Bryers creature that enrages her. Colleen Bryers is the one while working for Homeland Security caused the disruption. Audrey worked diligently to squash the rip in the divide and did close it only to find that woman’s science created a work around. She is satisfied how that ended but as expected the intrusion created another wildfire or ripple. Ms. Ramsey knew Wanda Olsen of course she is aware of every member no matter how insignificant they are. ‘Now I have to address another incident no doubt caused by Bryers’ meddling with the divide. Which reminds me, I should reward that clever computer programmer who dealt with Bryers. What he did to her was worthy of me. I must make time to consider this petition. It is in great need of my attention.’

Wanda, after sending her request daring to bother her forceful legendary superior, feared how it would be accepted. She heard harrowing stories from others discussing the dangerous temper that holds with Audrey Ramsey. Wanda worried while holding vigil awaiting the response. Her sleep was interrupted by a strange sound unexpected at three A.M. ‘Is that my tea kettle whistling?’ “Oswald,” she called to her man servant, “attend to that racket and explain to me what is responsible for interrupting my sleep.” There was no response as the whistling continued. Wanda struggled to her feet annoyed as she threw on a robe and walked to her kitchen. A tall woman nattily dressed in a tan pants suit poured two cups of tea motioning Wanda to sit.

When you walk into your kitchen at three A.M. to find a stranger pouring tea your first response is fight or flight. Wanda did neither as she stared at a most formidable and beautiful woman who spoke in gentle tones. “Wanda we finally meet your problem is best addressed over tea, don’t you agree?” Surprised, shocked and at a loss for words she can only blurt, “Ms. Ramsey?” Wanda sat as ordered or requested unsure which it is as Audrey joined. “Yes dear Audrey Ramsey at your service. I felt it is time we meet. I understand you have an urgent problem. Please tell me every little detail.”

After hearing Wanda’s discourse, Audrey took a breath and began to offer her approach to the issue. “It is a problem but not a major one for the balance or the divide. You have heard of Dreamers and Shifters, I assume?” Wanda nodded that she had but never considered their existence more than folklore. She believed that ability is reserved to witches and wizards. Audrey smiled explaining there is more to it than what Wanda knows. “our girl Emily is using her dreaming ability to reach out. It is likely she has no idea about the divide or even that she crossed it. Brad, is that his name? He clearly is one who is sensitive to receiving thoughts sent out by distressed people of abilities. I need to visit this Emily girl investigating her situation before taking any action. My sister must be sleeping at the wheel because she did not alert me to this.”

“Sister” Wanda questions unaware Audrey has a sister. “Yes, Fiona Ramsey, she is the governing witch on the plane that is presently open to us. You see when Dr. Bryers cracked open the divide causing all the trouble it created access to Fiona’s world. Fiona is not dealing with it too well. She is my youngest sister and hates conflict. I love it, conflict that is. Poor Fiona has no idea what is coming and that she is about to receive a niece she does not know she has. Don’t let that trouble you it is not relevant to this issue.”

Poor Wanda all of this is foreign to her. She is aware that Homeland Security has grown dangerously powerful and threatens this country but the divide? They have intruded into the wican world. Too bad for them they have come under Audrey’s scrutiny. Wanda can relax as Homeland Security is about to have massive trouble. Audrey emptied her tea cup, “you can aparate can’t you?” Wanda acknowledged she has limited ability in that area receiving a surprising response. “Ms Olson you must visit me in New Hampshire then. Announce yourself first, perhaps when this adventure is finished we can have tea on the lake. In the meantime I will set myself to this task. You would be surprised how so many younger witches fear contacting me. I must do something about my image. In the old days witches governing covens much less worlds paid no attention to minding one’s persona. These days we need consultants and media agents to smooth ruffled feathers.” She laughed emitting an eerie noise almost sounding like a cackle before disappearing in a puff of smoke. As she vanished Wanda heard, “no need to send Diane to see me. Don‘t you just love that smoke effect?”

At day break Wanda called Diane informing her Audrey is on the job and not to worry. She cautioned her not to alarm Brad until there is specific news. Wanda could offer no details as she did not know what Audrey is about to do. “When we have some information you can then talk about it to your friend.” With that she broke the connection and went to bed. Wanda was pleased to discover she had been accepted by the highest ranking witch in the worldwide coven. What more could she possibly hope for as she prayed nothing would go wrong.

I met Diane at our usual meeting place on the quad. I have to admit my appearance betrayed my haggard feeling as I am more tired than usual. I flopped on the bench exhausted from my encounter with Emily. “Hi Di, I had a long night it is too amazing to believe.” Diane quirked a brow in a questioning gaze. “Care to enlighten me? You look like you went through the wringer.” I presented a weak smile as I spoke. “I think my adventure with dreams has finally ended. Emily came out of her coma. I even met her parents.” Diane’s eyes widened. “She is awake! Then you saved Emily and are free of it.” “Not exactly, she says she is too weak and needs me to prop her up for at least a couple of weeks.” Diane frowned giving me pause. I wondered what she is not telling me. I knew she was going to talk to her Wican friend and I am pretty certain she had.

“What do you mean prop her up for a couple of weeks?” I sighed in reaction not wishing to add more worry to Diane. “She said she may fade and needs my strength to stay awake.” Diane’s expression issued a warning not to discuss the risk involved so I attempted to steer the conversation in a different direction. Diane halted me with another comment. “Brad you are avoiding something. Do not do anything rash, help is on the way.” The way she gulped I knew she is aware she opened the door and is now trying to figure out how to close it. “Diane what do you mean help is on the way?” The girl tilts her eyes skyward avoiding my gaze. She exhaled slowly, “all I can say is Wanda agreed to speak with the council. She called this morning to tell me a powerful witch will look into it and help if she can. Don’t do anything rash until we learn more.”

I was getting nothing from this conversation other than evasive comments. I know better than push because Diane will clam up and say nothing. It is easy enough to promise that I will not do anything rash. What is rash in the context of sharing a teen aged girl’s body from the inside? It sounds to me as rash has already occurred. “When will you know something, do you have any idea? I mean when I go to sleep tonight I could find myself in physical therapy at St Agnes Hospital.” I should not have been surprised at Diane’s reaction. “St Agnes Hospital is that where Emily is? I should tell that to Wanda in case the coven does not know.”

“Slow down Diane, I have no idea where that hospital is. If you want to pass that along, go for it. By the way, the doctors name is Covington. There are two clues for the girls on broomsticks.” Diane presented me with a sharp if looks could kill expression. “Brad enough of the wise cracks these women don’t have to help you. They tell me you could be in danger and all you can do is issue smart remarks.” She stood appearing irritated and about to make a quick exit. I reached for her arm slowing her. “I am sorry Diane, I am exhausted and scared shitless. I should not have said what I did my frustration is no excuse.” She settled upon hearing that then smiled whispering, “I know. It has been a long day. I am going home and will call if I hear anything. Try to get some sleep.” With that she walked across the quad issuing a smile and a wave. I turned determined to reach the dorm and crawl under the covers.

Sometime late that evening after the conversation between Diane and Brad, Audrey Ramsey appeared at her sister’s house. She has a habit of dropping in unannounced. Fiona is relieved Audrey’s travels across the divide are rare. Fiona Ramsey was sitting in her living room reading quietly when she looked up to see her sister appear. “Ah Audrey whatever brings you out this late? It must be a crisis but I assure you everything is under control on this side of the membrane.” After the obligatory hugs and sisterly pecks on the cheeks, Audrey sat on the sofa next to Fiona. “I see you have stabilized the portal with your usual subtlety. Did you even have to raise a finger?” Fiona laughed dismissing her sister’s comment. “Those human computer experts took care of the doctor on their own. I applaud their ingenuity. How they disposed of Dr. Bryers is classic. I’d say worthy of my planning. You know all that Audrey. The portal is closed and their digital mischief has ended. We gained several new citizens that are a promising addition. All is well sister.”

Audrey rubbed her chin and her green eyes are ablaze even as she narrows them. Fiona has seen this many times before. She suspects the other shoe is about to drop. “You did not come here for tea did you Audrey? There is something wrong and you are about to tell me. Just when I thought we put the portal business to rest. So what is it, did Homeland Security blow another hole in the divide? I thought you took care of those rascals.” “No, it is not that simple Fiona. It is a troublesome issue with a Dreamer. One from your side and a member of my coven has a friend in danger because of it.” Fiona takes a deep breath clearing her thoughts. “I did not realize we had any Dreamers in this area. What are they doing to cause trouble? Most Dreamers have little or no control and only fly over. They rarely ever land. Whatever trouble occurs usually comes from Shifters. They can be a problem. There are no shifters in this region either. Both are rare I’d dare say there are more witches around than both Shifters and Dreamers combined.”

“Sister stop prattling and I will tell you. Goodness you always start talking and go on and on and on.” Fiona presented an exasperated gaze to her sister having heard these impatient outburst her entire life. “Fine Audrey tell me who is this pesky Dreamer that has your panties in a knot?” Audrey enjoys winding Fiona up, now that she has her attention she gets to the point. “The girl’s name is Emily, Emily Stewart, she lives at five Maple Street. She had an auto accident awhile back a drunk ran a stop sign. She just came out of a coma with the help of a fellow on the other side. You see Emily is a Dreamer though she does not know it. She sent an image of herself seeking help and found Brad Lincoln. She invaded Brad’s dreams dragging the poor guy into herself. Emily used his energy to wake from her sleep. The problem is she is not strong enough to maintain. You know what happens if this is allowed to continue.”

The younger sister held up her hand shushing Audrey. “I know Emily Stewart, she is sweet girl who helps me from time to time. I read in the Currier that the drunk, Floyd Benson crashed into her car Saturday. That was two days ago, October third. Emily is in a Coma at St. Agnes. Floyd is in Jail waiting charges. Are you telling me she came out of the coma?” Audrey sighs admitting Brad Lincoln’s dream of her awakening advanced into the future. “ No Fiona, she has not. She will awake on November first only with Mr. Lincolns‘ help.” She stops watching Fiona. “You know as well as I that is only a possible future. Interference by the coven or the Fates can change that outcome.”

Fiona nodded recognizing the problem. “Mr. Lincoln will be trapped as Emily when she, fades.” Fiona completed the thought her sister dropped. “You would not be concerned if Emily’s awakening held. I take it she, fades trapping the young man.” Audrey admits it is the likely outcome. Fiona nods her understanding. “You want me to intercede breaking Mr. Lincoln free and letting Emily go.” Audrey took a deep breath before answering. “If that is what it takes I suppose it must be, however, there is a way to save both.” “I know sister but not without consequences and Mr. Lincoln must be the one to choose. I will go over to see the child. Where did you say she is?”

The plight of children in trouble always strikes a chord with Fiona. Ever since years ago when she lost her infant daughter to disease. Fiona blamed herself for failure to save the baby and for years she was irreconcilable. Since then, Fiona dedicated her life to helping any child in need. Once again she is faced with a challenge as presented by her sister. “Fiona dear you have this big house. Have you ever thought of sharing it with someone? You could adopt.” Fiona stared at Audrey having gone down this route many times. She did not wish to engage in the topic one more time or ever again. “Audrey not again you know how I feel about that.” Audrey laughed as one of the most powerful “seers” in all of witchcraft she knows what is coming.

“Fiona my dear what do you think of the name, Claire Ramsey?” Fiona quirked both brows upon hearing this question from left field. ‘Left field is that what the humans call it, when something unexpected is presented?’ “Audrey you know that is our dear grandmother’s name and I loved her immensely. Of course, it is a lovely name reminding me of a lovely person. Why do you bring this up?” Audrey considered she said too much and quieted. Fiona, pressed her sister, “yes, you said too much. Are you implying there is another Claire in the family? Where are you going with this?”

“In a year of so a young girl, a teen to be exact will drop in on you. I suggest you make ready that spare bed room because you and she will become close. Her name is Claire though she does not know it yet. She is one of those Dreamers from the other side who quickly learns to Shift. She needs you as much as you need her. She is a victim one of many targeted by Homeland Security’s overreach. I will be dealing with them for once and for all. I said too much Fiona, just be ready.”

Shocked, Fiona considered her sister’s warning or promise of a brighter future with greater meaning in her life as Audrey put it. She bade goodbye to her troublesome sister, poured another cup of tea carrying it out to her grotto. There on the bench she studied the brook in a quiet forest setting. ’We are in between according to Audrey’, she thought. The rip in the divide is repaired but now we have Dreamers and Shifters about to descend upon us. How do I send Brad back to where he belongs and manage to repair Emily? In the normal course of events the girl simply would have died. The girl is a fighter and has some powers evident by her reaching across the divide. It would be a simple matter to time shift stopping the accident. It would save Emily, the fellow who struck her would not be in jail but’ she stopped her thoughts on the but. She returned after another deep drink of the tea. ‘It would not change the downward spiral the girl is on and if, her Dreaming ability engaged yet another entity. Another might not be as welcoming as Brad Lincoln. I need a better plan than that.’

There are crystal balls that have been used by witches for generations but this new one provided by Audrey is high tech. Fiona feels a bit guilty using an object from her sister’s world a hundred plus years advanced. She is amazed how her friend Hugo managed to connect it to the other side’s wire. It is a great tool allowing her to peer into what is going on over there. Fiona, a purest insists upon the superiority of the old ways allows herself a few technical vices. She hates surprises and even with this advantage the Emily and Brad incident caught her off guard. Fiona does not have the ability to shift between worlds like her sister. This gadget minimizes her disadvantage helping to keep up with what may be coming her way.

She watched events on the wire disgusted with the lifestyle promising herself to defend the simpler society she enjoys in her world. ‘We are headed for damnation if we follow their course.’ Of this Fiona assured herself. ‘It is one step at time old girl people are free to choose their own course. We should have done something about that problem a long time ago.’ Fiona shut off the wire before returning to her planning. The problem she faces is if, Emily reaches the world of In Between before coming out of her coma the damage to Emily may not be reversed. Avoidance of the accident is not enough it must be done before she crosses.

I walked toward the residential area as Diane disappeared into the academic quad. As she faded from view I hurried my gait seeking the safety of my room. There is a stack of work awaiting me. Papers and reading I have been putting off that cannot wait any longer. Fred sat on the sofa watching the wire while eating another pizza with a can of lager at his side. “You are back, was Diane any help?” I grabbed a can from the mini fridge, flopped across from my roomie and flipped the lid. “Yes and no. She spoke in cryptic short sentences leaving me more confused than before. Diane believes everything is under control. That is if you can subscribe to the notion a coven of witches is the answer.”

Fred laughed taking a long draught of his beer. “Diane is a true believer but bro you need professional help. I know you are hot for the chick and she is cool but covens, really?” I did not want to get into this with Fred. Yes, Diane puts great stock in this and believes the answer is found with Wanda and her crowd. I, don’t know what to think but as crazy as witches are those counselors are crazier. I simply nod at Fred changing the subject. “I have a paper to finish and some reading to do.” I pointed to the pine desk across the room. “That is where I will be until who knows. If I pass out don’t disturb, just throw a sheet over me.” Fred laughed offering his assent and I fired up the word processor. I, don’t know how long I pounded the keyboard blathering on in paragraphs that made little sense even to me.

Beth Howard is a seventeen year old high school girl. She is not just any girl she is Emily’s best friend. Like Emily, Beth is a straight A student and member of the cheer squad. Beth is an inch shorter than Emily. Her natural beauty enhanced by long black hair and azure eyes make her one of those top five Senior girls every guy drools over. Just like Emily, Beth is at the top of the current crop. What sets Emily and Beth apart, is their grasp on who they are. They avoid the usual cliques with a group of friends from every social pocket found in the school. I found myself drinking her in as I am suddenly swept back into the halls of Cedar Falls High School. Beth’s voice broke through my cloud of sleep.

“You seriously broke up with Dave. I, don’t blame you after what he did. I thought you were so good together.” Beth’s voice startled me as I turned to her. We are in the school cafeteria with the chatter and extraneous noise louder than I remember it being. I took a deep breath concentrating searching for Emily. ‘Emily are you here? What is going on, are we out of the hospital?’ No answer, not a peep where did she go?’ I nearly panicked thinking the worst, ‘did she fade?’ Then I glanced at my watch. It is one of those calendar types. The date read five days before the accident, three days after catching Dave. September 28th that was six days ago according to my sense of real time. What is real anymore? My being sent back continues. I think, ’this is not good.’ It must be another one of those dreams filling in the blanks. I struggle but I am not about to wake up. Beth stares at me waiting an answer. ‘How dense are you? You were sent back to stop the accident. Listen to Beth she is our best friend.’ I blinked hearing the familiar voice in my head. ‘Is that you Emily?’ Silence, nothing but silence until Beth nudges me an I answer.

“What else could I do the louse was doing it with that bitch. I am not so needy that I will grovel. I certainly won’t give him what she did.” Beth smiled at that, “of course not I’d do the same if Mike pulled a stunt like that. Why did you ever agree to a date with Blake?” I thought about that question for a long moment. I have no idea why Emily would do that. At second thought perhaps I do, it was to piss off Dave. Show him she does not need him and can move on. I, don’t know what her thinking was and Emily is suddenly gone again. “I thought about it being a really bad idea and I will break the date.”

Beth smiled “it is about time you came to your senses. There are a lot of guys dying to hook up with you
if, you give them a chance.” What is it with this Jake kid? Every time I am talking to Beth, he shows up with that look. Beyond Beth’s left shoulder at a small table in the corner Jake is looking at me. I feel like a piece of meat hanging in the butcher’s window. ‘See that thigh? It is prime, do you want a piece of that?’ Beth breaks my roving metaphors, “Em Earth to Em where are you?”

“Looking at Jake looking at me, what is it with that guy?” “Oh Em, he just thinks you are rad and dreams of you and him and,” her voice trails off into a giggle. “He is cute in a nerdy sort of way. The cheerleader and the nerd, I, don’t think that will work.” Beth continued to giggle as I returned to my panicked thoughts. ‘Emily where in the hell are you? Don’t you dare, fade away now.’ “So you are going to break the date with Blake?”

I nodded while eating whatever the unidentified gruel occupying my plate is called. “There he is Em you may as well get it over with.” I watch Beth as her hand points to the tall guy entering the room. My gaze fixes on his handsome frame and my mind shifts into overdrive. I begin to shake recalling events that are yet to happen. The struggle, his hands all over me and my fight to keep him off. The terrifying high speed drive through town and his rage. Beth sees my panicked expression as Blake approaches the table. She squeezes my hand offering support and whispers. “Tell him, I will be right here. It will be fine, tell him.”

“Hi babe, are you ready for a hot date Friday night?” I blink hearing his sexy voice nearly melting as the dripping tone almost sets me ablaze. ‘Holy shit this guy is so hot.’ I take a deep breath trying to gain strength as Beth gives me a reassuring squeeze of the hand. She smiles sitting back with that let him have it gaze. “Uh sorry, Blake but I have to cancel, dad says no.” You would think I shot him his expression is a reflection of utter shock. I can imagine his thoughts. ‘How dare a bimbo turn down a date with me?’ I could tell an idea like that is in his head. I will give him credit he kept his cool. “It is your loss babe, while your boyfriend is banging Gail you could have had the best of the lot. That is ok there is a long list just waiting. You will be calling me one of these days. I may not have time for you then.” His line reminded me of a similar comment much more gross in descriptive terms directed at April by Zach. How I could not stand Zach Lee, what a bastard. ‘Get hold of yourself, Brad it is a freaking computer game you obsess over. This is the real life Zach standing in front of you.’

I smiled feeling a bit proud of myself at the moment and Beth is simply beaming. “I will have to chance that it is a terrible risk I know.” Blake stared disbelieving he was just shot down by a cheerleader. As cool as he is he wanted a reason. It is hard for him to accept a girl would say no to God’s gift. “Your dad said no that is rather lame since your dad does not know me. What is the real reason?” I, can’t tell him, I know how the date goes and what a shit head he is so I struggle for an answer. Dear Beth comes to the rescue. She points over to Jake. “She already promised Jake she’d go out with him.” I blinked looking darts at Beth. Jake heard that spraying his glass of milk on the table. You have to remember this is nineteen-fifty-nine when milk was the only beverage allowed in schools. It is not a commentary on the nerdy Jake’s beverage preference.

The poor kid is in shock. His dream girl recognized he is alive. Everyone in the room could have read his thoughts if they were tuned in. ‘Did she really say she has a date with me? No that was the other hot chick Beth who said that. Now everybody is looking at me.’ Behind Blake’s back Jake can see Beth’s hand motioning him to come over. ‘She wants me to come over everybody is watching.’

Blake stares at me disbelieving this incredible story as I see Jake, shaken approaching our table. I want to kill Beth who is beaming from ear to ear. Blake mutters, “you, can’t be serious going from the quarterback to the science nerd passing me up. Whatever, floats your boat I cannot figure out women.” He turns accidentally brushing Jake with his shoulder. I noticed Jake somehow deflected Blake’s assault with a simple dismissive shrug as if he flicked away a flea. Blake noticed too as evidenced how upset he appeared from not having any effect with his macho act. ’There is something about Jake.’ All eyes are on Jake as he sits between me and Beth. I smile Beth giggles and Jake sweats. He is cute there is no denying that and my anger ebbs as I study him. Beth is quick as she pounces on poor Jake. “I bet you never thought you would steal a girl from the clutches of Blake Murray.” Jake fumbles for a response as I smile finally finding some words.

“What are you girls up to? You have ignored me since I arrived at this school. Now you tell Mr. Cool over there that Emily is going out with me. It is a fine idea but why me?” Beth smiles then plants her patented pout right between Jake’s eyes. “Look Em was in a tight spot. Even on your first day you know Blake’s rep. I saw you sitting there and knew you did not have a date.” Beth smiles adding, “I thought well it might work. So what do you think go along and let the school think you stepped up, you’d be doing us a big favor?”

Jake looked at me and I could see his thoughts. I’m a guy, I know how guy’s think. Especially the average guys who stand no chance with the hot girls they dream about. That is where I came from. I’m one of those guys. “Beth, Em if it will help you can tell everybody that Emily and I are going out Friday night. I will go along with it if it helps you guys out. I trust you will enjoy our fake date and I, won’t make up any stories.” I smiled at that as Jake stood to return to his corner. “Jake,” I said, “where are you going? You did not say what time you are going to pick me up.” The poor kid had taken one step and froze turning on his heels. “What?”

Beth laughed, “now that you are taking Emily out we expect you will be joining us at this table for lunch everyday. How would it look if you sat in the corner with your girlfriend over here? I am just suggesting that’s all.” Jake sat totally confused “you want me to eat at your table everyday?” I smiled ‘this poor kid has it so bad, God Emily how did you not notice him?’ “Jake we have to go Friday night at least we will have the same story to tell. Besides what kind of girl would use a guy like that and not find him worth one evening at a movie?” The bell rang and the three of us walked together toward class. My mind raced as I reached the classroom door. ‘Did breaking that date change the events? Is Emily safe? Where are you Emily? I could use some input.’ “Emily, Emily, where are you?”

“She is probably sleeping like the rest of us are trying to do. It is three A.M. Brad shake out of it.” I sat upright in the darkened room no closer to resolution than before. All I could do was eep out a weak, “sorry,” and skulk off to the toilet. Once back in bed I slept through the night without waking until morning. No return to the other side, no Emily intrusion. I awoke to the smell of coffee a welcome sign. Fred looked concerned asking, “another round of dreams, are they getting any better?” I shrugged filling him in about the latest episode. “You would think changing the event that led to the crash would have stopped the crash.” Fred looked at me exhaling slowly. “Brad you are forgetting it was not the stupid date that set up the crash. Yeah, Emily’s parents are not torqued off with her but her mother would have still sent her to the store. You have to get her to drive a different route or at least change the time she goes to the store.” I looked at him thinking, ‘thanks for stating the obvious.’ I finished my coffee and grabbed my books. It is time to turn in my paper. With that out of the way I can concentrate on the problem at hand.

Diane was not helpful either having informed me she has heard nothing from Wanda. She agreed with Fred that my trip to the five and dime needs a serious rerouting. “What the hell is it your mother needs at the five and dime?” I stared at Diane pondering her question. “Di, one it is not my mother and what the hell is a five and dime?” My friend shakes her head issuing one of those duh expressions she is perfecting. “I hate to break it to you but she is your mother as long as you insist on wearing Emily’s skirts. A five and dime is a department store it was precursor to those big box stores. You know, Wally World, Kmart, those places. They were much smaller and usually one to a town. They were on their way out in the sixties completely gone by the time the first malls showed up. They had everything from house wares to clothes to a lunch counter. Get the picture? What happened to Emily? I take it she was a no show. At least you got back so she did not fade on you.”

“You think Fred is right, I have to change the way Emily drives to the store?” This whole conversation turns toward the ridiculous as I wonder ‘just how it is a hundred-twenty years later my girlfriend and I are discussing changing events back then. Did I say girlfriend? I wish.’ Diane makes a suggestion that just might work. “This Jake kid where does he live?” I, shrug answering, “He lives on Circle Cove, about five blocks from Emily, why do you ask?” She looks at me with another duh written on her face. “Is it anywhere near where the accident takes place. Like you said you drove down Maple Street to the corner of Elm and whack. Suppose you just pull a girly on Jake. By the way is he hot?” I blinked at her mouthing the words, is he hot? Diane laughed, “I am curious this guy is dating my friend and I wanted to know at least if he turns you on just a little bit.” She pokes me in the shoulder teasingly.

“If you must know, yes, Jake is a good looking for a seventeen year old boy. What has that got to do with anything?” Shaking her head transmitting I have a lot to learn she passes on some advice about female manipulation. “You say Jake is hot. From what you tell me, he is totally gone over Emily. I am right so far?” I agree and listen as she continues. “You said your father had gone to the office that Saturday morning, right?” Again I nod as she drags out her plan. “Try this then you drive Jake the night of the date. Guys hate it when the chick drives. It invades their place in the world. No guy wants to be seen riding shot gun in a hot convertible next to a short skirt. It is supposed to be the other way around. You pick up Jake and when the date is over you let him drive. You tell him to drop you off at your house and take the car to his house. He can bring it back tomorrow. You, won’t have the car in the morning so you, can’t drive to the five and dime.” I corrected Diane at once “it is nineteen-fifty-nine and not a short skirt. I emphasized not. My skirt is below the knee.” I corrected myself while laughing “I mean Emily’s skirt.” Diane pokes me “doesn’t matter Jake is a guy a skirt is a skirt.”

I smiled at her genius. “Either dad will have to pick it up on his way home or mom will have to wait until Jake brings back my car. Since he lives in the other direction and does not have to approach Elm street, there is no accident. I like it.” Diane smiles with that I know look. “Not only that” she, quips “it sets up a second date with Jake. I thought you’d like that.” I narrowed my brows as she pokes me again. “I bet you look killer in that red and white cheer uniform. Think you can bring back pictures the next time?” I went into the pout learned from Emily which backfired as Diane did not miss the opportunity. “Got the pout down just in time for the talk about the monthlies.” This is not going too well as I shift back to the plan. “Do you think that will work?” “Of course it will Jake is like all guys, he will love to get his hands on your car and be in the drivers seat. Are you sure he has a license?” I confessed I did not know and fretted over the unknown. I may not get an opportunity to try Diane’s plan. Who knows if sleep will take me back to the night of the date? I have no control over this. We said out goodbyes and Diane promised to check with Wanda. I have no idea who on the other side is working on this.

I wandered over to my Women’s Study class to receive my graded term paper. The professor was impressed with completion of it before mid term. The exams are next week. She gave me an A on the damn screed. When I signed up for this throwaway course I had no idea the topic would become so relevant to me. Go figure I spend half my time in skirts worrying about how I look. At least it is back in the time of Ozzie and Harriet and the hem lines are lower. I, don’t have to worry about a lot of exposed flesh. Believe me that is a good thing as guys looking at me that way is not high on my list. I am well aware of how Emily looks she has to be in the top five in the school’s babe list. From a guy’s perspective I cannot figure out how her boyfriend could have done something that stupid with Gail. Hey, the fool knew I or I mean Emily was meeting him after the game. Is that what Diane meant when she said when guys start thinking with that thing, they always get into trouble? As I progress through this riddle I finally figured out who Rickey Nelson is and one side of me thinks he is hot. After all of that, I question ‘Why in hell do I care about any of this crap? These are Emily’s problems not mine.’

I caught Fred leaving the dorm as I arrived he said he will be out late. “There is a party happening at one of the Greek houses which promises to be lively.” I declined the invite as booze does not agree with me and I am less inclined to be hanging out with the guys. For some strange reason the macho stuff no longer works for me. I have been getting queasy whenever guys start talking about their conquest. It somehow does not seem right to me. Now if I told that to a counselor, coupled with my current adventure I’m sure it would send up a red flag. In other words Emily is getting to me and it scares the hell out of me. I am starting to think like her. Which reminds me, I have not heard from Emily in some time. My last sojourn to the other side received almost nothing from her. I am beginning to worry her warning about fading is a real concern. After watching some crappy movie on the wire and consuming an entire pizza, the yawning catches up with me. Try as I might, I cannot avoid laying down. I am not looking forward to another night on the other side.