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Her thoughts were spiralling out of control.  It was the panic of course.  Tamar, Denny and her beloved Jack were out there in the woods with those things and, what was worse,  had no idea what they had got themselves into. 
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    Tamar did not usually panic, but this was all getting too much for her.  She was used to being the manipulator not the manipulated, and if Denny was going to goga-ga, it was over her dead body. But was he? Or was it her? Did she just imagine that Denny had told her about the Sidhe? Suddenly she was not sure.
    ‘What are the Shee?’ said Denny innocently. 
    ‘You tell us , ‘came the voice of Stiles from the ground.  You were the one who brought them up in the first place. 
    ‘I never …’ Denny trailed off uncertainly. 
    But Tamar now felt a little better. Obviously, Denny had been got to, which meant that he was probably on to something.  Unless … it was she and Stiles who were the ones … she shook her head to clear it.  It did not help; this was mind control, too subtle a form of attack to deal with directly as per her usual method of solving a problem – hit it and it will go away.  Denny was the subtle one.  They needed Denny to solve this, and he was “away with the fairies” to coin a phrase.  All Tamar’s instincts told her to find the Sidhe and beat holy hell out of them until they gave up.  But her common sense told her that they would not be found unless they wanted to be, not unless there was some way to free their minds first. 
    ‘What’s wrong with him?’ asked Stiles. 
    ‘They made him forget,’ said Tamar tersely.
    ‘But not us?’ said Stiles.  ‘Why not?’
    ‘Because we don’t really know anything I suppose.  He’s the one who found out …’
    ‘We can’t believe anything,’ interrupted Stiles.  ‘Not even our own memories.  How do we know that he found out anything ?  How do we know that he didn’t tell us if he did?  I mean maybe he did tell us, and we just can’t remember it.  Or maybe …’
    ‘There’s no point in second guessing ourselves … do you hear that?’ 
    Faint and distant was the sound of silvery laughter echoing through the trees. 
    ‘ Someone is finding all this very amusing,’ said Tamar grimly.
    She sent a bolt of lightning through the trees, more to relieve her feelings than anything else, but she was horrified by the result.  Instead of the surrounding trees catching fire as you might have expected, the lighting raced up the trunk of a nearby oak and danced through the upper branches crackling from leaf to leaf like a living thing.  Then, without warning, a bolt came shooting down from the canopy and struck Denny right in the head. 
    It did not throw him too far and, once Tamar got over the shock, she could see that he was not seriously hurt, only a little singed and extremely surprised. 
    ‘Bloody Hell!’ he said
    ‘Are you all right?’ said Tamar anxiously. 
    ‘Fine,’ said Denny.  ‘Actually, I’m more than fine.  I’m me again.  Nothing like a good bolt of lightning to clear the brain if you know what I mean?’  He winked. 
    Tamar did see.  ‘Do me,’ she said catching on immediately. 
    Denny hesitated, on the one hand, he knew, rationally, that it would not harm her in any way, but, on the other hand, there is an inherent cultural taboo against throwing bolts of lighting at your girlfriend, no matter how much she is asking for it. 
    Stiles was gaping at them in horror.  This seemed like the craziest thing yet. 
    Tamar narrowed her eyes.  ‘Oh come on !’ she snapped.  ‘I want to know that what I’m thinking is what I’m thinking …
    ‘If you see what I mean,’ she added after a moment’s thought. 
    Denny struck. 
    Tamar picked herself up and dusted herself down. It tickles,’ she announced blithely. 
    ‘And…?’ questioned Stiles who had caught up by now. 
    ‘It worked,’ she tapped her head.  ‘Clear as a bell.’
    ‘I’m certain,’ she