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grabbed the bag off the counter and locked the door behind her. Smudge twined between her legs as she went.
    She went back to her house for a few more items, and to wait until she knew Jon was off work. Then she went over to Jon’s apartment with her bag of stuff. “Uh, what have you got there?” he asked as he let her in.
    “Oh, just some bits and pieces I’ll need.” She looked at him for a moment trying to gauge how he would handle her saying what she had planned. “I want to do a communication with the other side to try to channel the spirit of Kyle. Hopefully he will give me more information.”
    He was shaking his head at her before she even had the words out of her mouth. “Jon, listen to me. I haven’t chosen to do this lightly. Communications are a serious thing. When you open a door to the other side, it acts just like any door. Anything can come in, or go out. We have to do this, though. We need to know.” She put a hand on his arm and squeezed. “You understand don’t you?”
    He looked at her intently for a moment and then nodded his head.
    “Good. I need something from you. Do you have anything that belonged to Kyle? I didn’t know him and it will be hard for me to call him without it.”
    Jon rubbed a hand over his face. “I don’t know, let me think.” He looked off into the distance for a few moments and then nodded his head. “Sure I do. Hold on a minute.” He raced into his room and was back in seconds with a book in his hand. “I borrowed this book from Kyle years ago and forgot to give it back to him. I kind of held onto it, you know? After his death.” He handed it to her and she put it inside her bag. It was a copy of The Bourne Supremacy.
    Now for the next hard part, Darcy thought. “We should do this at my house. Millie and Smudge may be able to help.” Jon looked a little wary when she said that but nodded his head in agreement anyway.
    ***
    Jon drove them. When they got to Darcy’s house she wasted no time in getting things ready. She opened her bag and handed Jon nine white candles. “Would you set those up in a circle in the living room please? You’ll see the marks from where I’ve put them before.” While he did that she prepared the six incense sticks by putting them in her ceramic holder and lighting them. A heady Sandalwood fragrance soon filled the room.
    She was pleased to see that Jon had lit the candles after arranging them in a circle like she had instructed him to. He hadn’t spoken a word since they’d entered the house. She knew he was nervous about all this paranormal stuff. Darcy sat down in the middle of the circle and crossed her legs. “You should go and sit on the couch Jon. This could take a while.”
    She closed her eyes and focused on the book in her hands. The cover felt a little rough as she rubbed her fingers over it. Nearby her, within the circle of candles, mist coalesced in ethereal tendrils. She let it happen, let the bridge between this world and the next solidify until the mist became a spirit, became the form of a figure. A man, his face covered in shadow. He held his left hand up closed into a fist. He shook it with an eerie rattling sound.
    “Are you Kyle?” Darcy asked. The shadowy form nodded its head. She’d invited the right spirit. “What happened to you?” The figure shook his hand once more, the rattling noise repeating, and then on feet not quite touching the floor he speedily glided towards Darcy. She threw up her hands to protect herself, knowing Kyle wasn’t really there but also knowing that the dead could hurt the living unintentionally. When the ghost touched her, everything went black.
     

Chapter Seven
     
    In her vision, Jon leaned over her, reaching for her as she faded away…
    Darcy wasn’t sure where she was. She was lying on something soft, pillows piled behind her and the familiar feel of a thick comforter so she assumed that she was in bed. She didn’t remember going to bed. Wait…what did she