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without you?” he says as he takes the tray, wraps Daisy in his arms, and kisses her.
    â€œYou would starve to death, I zhink.” She laughs, putting a picnic basket and a bottle of local wine on the table, then she pulls back to give him a serious look. “Zhat is why I zhink I should come and live here with you.”
    â€œDaisy,” starts Bliss without knowing where he is going, “I don’t think… I mean… I’m not sure…”
    â€œIt is all right, Daavid,” she says, picking up the laughter again and playfully slipping a hand down his shorts. “You zhink zhat perhaps you would not be able to write if I was here all zhe time.”
    â€œI
know
I wouldn’t be able to write,” he says forcefully as he removes her hand.
    The day has started to wear thin for Trina in Vancouver by mid-afternoon. Every visit to the basement suite has left her more frustrated. Rick is anticipating a guest-free dinner in a couple of hours, and Trina is beginning to panic as she sits at her computer compiling a profile of Janet Thurgood, if that is her name, attempting to follow the investigative procedures laid out in a manual for private investigators she bought when she first dreamed of becoming a detective. However, the relevant chapter assumes the reader wishes to trace someone reported as missing and not the opposite. Trina has already tried all the hospitals and hostels without success. Mike Phillips phoned back at midday to say that no one matching Janet’s description seems to be missing or on the run, though he again warned Trina to be wary.
    â€œMotive for disappearance,” she types once she has listed Janet’s physical features, and she finds herself immediately stumped.
    â€œMotive,” she begins again, pauses blankly, then seeks guidance from the manual. “There are numerous possible motives for voluntary disappearance,” it reads, “but most fall into just three categories: indebtedness, criminal conduct of some type, and domestic relationships.”
    â€œUseless,” she mutters, realizing that she has no knowledge of Janet’s past, then she perks up with an idea and types.
    â€œMotive for disappearance… In search of salvation.”
    â€œThere,” says Trina, satisfied that she is on the right track, and she is headed back to the basement for another try when Raven calls.
    â€œSorry. I would have called earlier but I only just got your message,” says the professed seer and channel, and Trina can’t help taking a shot.
    â€œYou’re supposed to be psychic. I thought you would have known I needed you,” she complains, then goes on to explain her predicament before Raven has a chance to protest.
    â€œWe all live in boxes — spheres, really,” suggests Raven once she’s had a moment’s consideration. “We’re surrounded by people and things that are familiar to us. Sometimes we’re forced to move into a new box but we don’t want to leave the security of the old one. Maybe she’s just slipped back into her old box, the last time she really felt secure, and she’s sort of trapped in the past.”
    â€œCould you bring her back to the present?”
    Raven laughs. “When I say the past, Trina, I mean… like… a past life. With all this religious stuff she could be a fifteenth-century monk or a —”
    â€œOr an angel?” cuts in Trina, remembering Janet insisting that she be called Daena.
    â€œDaena!” exclaims Raven at the name. “Is that what she calls herself?”
    â€œDaena XV to be precise.”
    â€œWow!”
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œTrina. Don’t do anything, OK? I’ve got to do some research. Talk to people. Wow! This is exciting.”
    â€œWhat is it?”
    â€œCall you later. Wow! Daena.”
    â€œHey, Mum,” calls Rob as he flings open the kitchen door, “is the stick insect still in