Rare Find
here?"
     
    Stefan shook his head. "Want to? No. Should I? Yes."
     
    Dr. Marsden turned in a slow circle to study the sparse room. "It's hardly the best place for a session, is it?"
     
    "Depends on the number of spirit entities hanging around. Considering it's a hospital, there're likely to be more disembodied souls here than living people."
     
    Stefan hated being in crowds to begin with, and although he was comfortable with the dead and walked the ethers as easily as Tabitha, dealing with angry, frustrated, or needy disembodied souls was not fun. If he could slip past that to the ethers, he'd be fine. But if not...
     
    "I'll do it here. At least long enough to make sure she's fine." He spied the chair in the far corner. He pulled it up to her bedside and walked to position himself back in the corner where he sat cross-legged on the floor.
     
    Ignoring the doctor, Stefan settled his back against the wall and took a deep breath. He released the old stale air from his lungs and consciously brought in fresh, life-giving air.
     
    His energy shifted slowly, then faster and faster as he drew on his years of practice to make his exit from his body that much smoother.
     
    He opened his eyes. And found himself in the In-Between. A light-colored fog filled the room that no longer existed. He swept away the fog, preferring clear openness to the muted look of clouds. Here the energy responded to thoughts and he could make it look as he wished. The practical side of him said not to bother, he wouldn't be here long enough to arrange the setting to his personal style or artistic sensibilities.
     
    He zipped through the ethers. In his mind's eye, he focused on Tabitha's cord. On finding it healthy and happy.
     
    And there it was. He smiled. The cord shimmered a deep lavender, almost as if it were covered by glitter paint. It was fun to see this side of her because in the physical world, she was down to earth and practical. No glitter to be found.
     
    His journey was fast and easy as he moved through the vast space. He traveled faster and faster, navigating with his senses as he headed to her side.
     
    Hey. Tabitha's laughter told him he'd reached her.
     
    He grinned and opened his eyes to find her standing there smiling in front of him.
     
    Damn. You look good.
     
    Thanks. I'm feeling quite a bit better actually.
     
    He studied her features, seeing what she wasn't saying out loud. She might be feeling better, but her energy didn't glow like it should. There were dark hollows, dents in her energy as if she worried and was trying to hide it. Like she'd hidden out here.
     
    With a gentle shake of his head, he said, No, you're not. For you, this is a safety zone. But I want to know what happened to bring you here and why you felt you needed to retreat here instead of call for help.
     
    The air filled with her bitter laugh. Because I'm safe here. Only I have no idea what happened . Quickly, she told him what she remembered.
     
    And do you think this attack is related to all the headaches? As if someone was trying to get inside you, your consciousness? If so what's it going to take to get you back to your body?
     
    I didn't leave my body. I'm just resting here for a bit.
     
    And as you know from before, that little bit is likely to become a long bit.
     
    No, she corrected. It did last time. That doesn't mean it will this time.
     
    How was he to convince her to come home? Ronin had to become friends with Tripod to get into the house.
     
    Really? They've never met up to now. I've held off bringing him to the house after he made a casual comment about not liking cats.
     
    Stefan grinned, thinking Ronin had yet to meet Tango. And what fun that would be. Is he allergic?
     
    No idea, she confessed, I didn't ask him. I was too surprised at the time.
     
    Yet you didn't break it off? He wasn't going to let her off that easy. If Ronin was going to be her reason to come home, then he needed her mind on him now. Enough

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