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“I’d mind. Besides, I don’t really want to sleep.”

Hollis didn’t have to ask why. Instead, she said, “So I guess in all these years you haven’t figured out a way to keep yourself out of the gray time when you don’t want to visit.”

“I might have.” A touch of bitterness entered Diana’s voice. “If I hadn’t spent so many of those years medicated, with virtually no control over what I consciously thought or did. My subconscious wasn’t looking for control, it was busy learning to function separately in order to provide an outlet for the mediumistic abilities. Or at least that’s what Bishop says.”

“And he has an annoying habit of being right.”

“Yeah, well, he also believes it may take a while—months, maybe even years—before my conscious and subconscious minds become… integrated normally. Or what passes for normal with psychics.”

Slowly, Hollis said, “Did Bishop seem to consider the separation a strength or a weakness?”

Diana frowned. “I’m not quite sure. He said he could envision situations in which there could be some benefit to having an independent subconscious. To be honest, the very idea sounded so unnerving that I didn’t ask him anything more about it.”

“Can’t say that I blame you.”

Keeping her gaze fixed on her coffee cup, Diana said, “Yeah, it sounded way too much as if my own subconscious is… an alien thing. Something not under my control. Listen, do you think Reese might also be right? That another medium could have been in the gray time with me all these years? Some of the time? Every time?”

“I don’t know about that, but I have to admit, when he pulled me out, all I could think was that maybe Samuel’s pet monster had died and that his spirit was in the gray time—all ready to torture spirits the way he had bodies. Because that’s where we were, in the asylum where he did that.”

“There’s a creepy thought.”

“No kidding. But Reese said the killer is still very much alive. And he’s right; I looked it up later, just to be sure. He is still alive, still imprisoned. In a padded cell, actually.”

“He… isn’t a medium, right? That pet monster?”

“Far as we’ve been able to tell, he has zero psychic ability. And several of our psychics were able to read him, so we’re as sure as we can be.”

“So it couldn’t be him in the gray time. But Reese’s theory still makes sense, doesn’t it? That somebody, another medium, could be in there, watching me?”

Hollis kept her tone deliberate. “I think it’s easy to theorize—when you haven’t been there.” She waited until Diana looked at her, then added, “You’re comfortable and confident in the gray time. Strong. I think if another medium had been there, you would have known it, the same way you instantly knew that the fake Quentin was just that.”

Diana drew a deep breath and let it out slowly. “That’s what I’ve been telling myself.”

“Believe it. Trust your instincts.”

“I guess that’s all any of us can do.”

“True enough.” Hollis lifted her own cup in a slight salute. “So here’s to trusting our instincts. And to me finding an anchor on this side so I’m not yanked into the gray time against my will. Or, if I am yanked in, that an anchor here means I can pull myself back out.”

Diana lifted her own cup, but said dryly, “Yeah, well, thing is… you have an anchor on this side.”

Hollis felt suddenly uneasy. “I do?”

“Uh-huh. Reese.”

Now Hollis knew why she’d felt unease instead of relief. Because something inside her had known Diana would say that. She kept her voice low. “Look, just because he was able to pull me out—”

Diana was nodding and kept her own voice low when she said, “Yeah, just because. Hollis, Reese isn’t a medium and wasn’t able to open a door to the gray time, but he was able to pull you out of there nevertheless. Find you and pull you out, neither of which is an easy or simple thing to do. We may not know a whole lot about how my connection to the gray time works, but one thing Quentin and I found out is that a nonmedium on this side can act as a lifeline—and an anchor. But that’s only if there already exists some kind of connection or tie between you and that person, and only then if he can touch you physically on this side.”

Hollis could feel herself beginning to frown. “So that’s why you and Quentin had such an odd reaction when Reese said he pulled me out.”

“That’s why. It was a bit… unexpected.”

Shaking her head, Hollis said, “No, there has to be another reason. Because there’s no connection between us. I barely know the man.”

“Well, there’s knowing… and then there’s knowing.”

“I don’t know him like that either.”

A little laugh escaped Diana. “I didn’t mean knowing in the biblical sense.”

“Oh.” Hollis tried not to look too self-conscious. “Well, knowing how, then?”

“You’ll have to tell me that. All I know is that a psychic’s strength has nothing to do with it. We experimented in the lab, and Bishop and Miranda together couldn’t connect with me in the gray time. None of the telepaths could. One seer—You know Beau Rafferty, right?”

“Maggie Garrett’s brother? Yeah, a bit.”

“Well, he’s the only nonmedium I’ve ever physically encountered in the gray time. There in spirit, I mean, but visible to me. And not dead.” She frowned. “Anyway, that was an extreme case, extreme circumstances, and he’s scarily powerful, so that probably explains how he was able to get in. And out. But Quentin… Quentin can connect with me there. I don’t see him or even hear him, but I know if I reach for him, he’ll be there. And he’ll pull me out.”

“Oh.” Hollis hoped she didn’t look as unnerved as she felt. “Which means?”

“What I said. There has to be a connection, a tie. Bishop believes a close blood relation, even a nonpsychic, could possibly do it given a strong enough motivation, though that’s a theory we haven’t tested.”

“Because of your father’s attitude?”

“Yeah, asking him to participate in a lab experiment exploring his daughter’s psychic gifts would not go over well at all. In fact, I suspect he’d go back to trying to buy a judge and have me committed.”

Hollis blinked. “Buy a judge?”

“He’s never let morals or ethics get in the way when there was something he wanted.” Diana shook her head. “Never mind him. The point is, failing a blood relation, and given what we know, the connection has to be something emotional or psychological. Or psychic, of course.”

Hollis seized on the latter. “Must be psychic. Somehow.” Then she remembered. “Back in Samuel’s Compound that last day, there were weird energies all over the place; we were all affected by them, probably even changed. I know damn well I was changed. So maybe it happened then. Maybe while Reese was reaching out to try to dampen Samuel’s energies and I was trying to do my thing, some of our energies got… tangled.”

Solemn, Diana said, “That sounds as likely as anything else. Maybe Reese, at a critical moment for each of you, tuned in to your frequency, as Quentin would say. Only it happened during a time when both of you were being exposed to unusual energies, and that made a fleeting contact something a bit more… substantial.”

Hollis felt herself frowning again. “Yeah, I’d bet that was it. Something like that, anyway. Still, I’d… I’d rather not have to depend on him to drag me out of the gray time if I get in trouble there.”

Diana smiled ruefully. “Believe me, I really don’t want to depend on Quentin either, not like that. But I don’t know if either of us has a choice, at least for now.”