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used to communicate with spirits and see things you would be unable to see in the physical realm.”
    Physical realm? Who was crazier: the person saying this stuff or the person listening to it? “Umm...I don’t really dream.”
    “Are you sure?” Hope sounded skeptical. “Everyone dreams.”
    “Well, I kind of dream. I get night terrors sometimes. I scream a lot, and eventually I wake up or someone forces me awake, but I can never remember anything afterwards.”
    The terrors had started during her senior year in high school, and she’d nearly given her mother a heart attack. She went to one therapist to discuss them, but the therapist didn’t help at all, and, though the terrors were annoying, they only came once every one or two months and were over after a few minutes.
    Gena explained this and said, “I guess it never seemed that strange.”
    “On its own, it wouldn’t be considered too strange,” agreed Hope. “But combined with you magically not dying, this might be the way to discover what’s happening to you.”
    “How could these dreams explain anything? Do you think spirits are messing with me?” Gena shuddered at the thought. The dreams hadn’t bothered her much, but she’d never considered that ghosts were messing with her.
    “The only way we can find that out is to find out what is scaring you in your dreams. No strange images have ever come to you while you were awake? Have you ever been terrified of something normal even when you knew it was irrational?”
    Gena shook her head. “I’ve never noticed anything like that. You think my dreams might affect me while I’m awake?”
    “More like hoping they were. It might be a bit of a challenge to get you to remember your dreams. Maybe we can find a psychic, but they’re very rare and hard to find. And expensive.”
    Gena groaned at the thought of money. “I swear, I will find some way to get my money. As soon as I let my mom know I’m okay, I’m sure she will find some way to get access to my account.”
    Hope looked skeptical. “You’ve been through enough already without having to worry about finances. Joy loved you, and that’s all I need to know. I don’t have much, but you can just make yourself at home for the time being.”
    Gena was so grateful for the help. If Hope had refused, she didn’t know what she might do. All she had was a bag full of belongings, a car that officially belonged to a dead woman, and a loyal dog. She just hoped she wouldn’t have to be a burden on Hope for too long.
    “How long do you think it will take to find this psychic?” asked Gena.
    “It really depends,” she replied. “If one of my friends knows one, it could be a week or less. However, because I’ve never heard anyone mention a psychic who they had physically seen or spoken to, I think it will take longer.”
    “I can’t just stay here indefinitely. We don’t even know if this psychic will be able to help anyway,” pointed out Gena. “Isn’t there any other way? Anyone else we can talk to? You don’t have to take me anywhere. Just point me in the right direction.”
    Hope didn’t look optimistic. “I don’t think—” She stopped abruptly. “You know what? There might be someone. He isn’t really easy to talk to or very friendly, but I suppose it’s worth a shot.”
    Gena’s interest was piqued. “Who is he? How could he help me?”
    “His name is Vlad. He is very old and powerful, but most importantly, he knows almost every potent supernatural being in the state. If anyone could point you in the right direction, he’d be able to.”
    Gena breathed a sigh of relief. “When can we see him?”
    Hope’s eyes shifted away. “You’re probably tired,” she said. “Let me get you a blanket.”
    Gena was tired, but she still wanted to know why Hope was avoiding the topic. “When can we see him?” she asked again.
    “That’s the hard part,” she said. “You see, Vlad isn’t the friendliest person. He owns some club in