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is gray?”
    “Gray as a stormy day,” Emma nodded with confidence.
    “Maybe I’m just tired,” Susanna looked back down at her plate.
    Emma raised an eyebrow, “Is there something you want to ask me?”
    Susanna sat nervously for a few moments before answering, “Has anything terrible ever happened over there?”
    “What do you mean, dear?”
    “The people who’ve stayed over there, has anything … bad … or strange every happened?”
    “Nothing that I’m aware of.”
    Susanna paused as she shuffled food around her plate before continuing, “I talked to my mom last night. It was very strange. She said that I’ve been here before, when I was young.  She said that she and my dad took me to the lighthouse and that I saw something there.”
    “Something?” Emma urged.
    “Someone.   A man,” Susanna felt ridiculous even saying it. 
    Emma was silent, waiting for her to continue.
    “I didn’t remember it when I was on the phone with her, none of it.  And then we hung up and I went to sleep and I had the strangest dream.  I dreamed of being at a lighthouse with my parents, and seeing a man outside the window.  He pressed his hand against the window …” Susanna trailed off.
    “Did this dream frighten you?” Emma asked, her eyes narrowing.
    “Strangely … no,” Susanna replied in truth, “It made me want to know who he was and why he was there.”
    “And did your parents see this man?”
    “That’s the thing, they told me that no one on the island that day matched the description I gave of him.”
    “What did he look like?” Emma asked softly.
    “I can’t remember much of his face, I just remember his eyes … they were like chocolate. A beautiful brown copper and he seemed to be smiling at me, like he knew who I was.”  Susanna looked up at Emma, “I feel like I’m going crazy.  Maybe I just dreamed that because of what my mom told me before I went to bed.”
    “Possibly,” Emma answered, “Or maybe you ’re remembering something.”
    Susanna laughed, “Well, that should explain my aura issue . It’s just a mixture of lack of sleep and weird dreams.”
    Emma reached over and placed a gentle hand on Susanna’s arm, “Come with me to the study before you go.”
    Susanna followed Emma through the quiet house and into the small study where they had spent some time the night before.  She sat in the familiar chair as Emma reached for the tarot cards and shuffled them through her nimble fingers.
    “Should I be worried?” Susanna laughed nervously.
    “Just pick one card,” Emma said, fanning the cards out before her.
    Susanna reached for the cards and thumbed over them until one stood out to her for whatever reason and she pulled it from the others.
    “Place it on the desk,” Emma directed.
    Susanna did as she was told, turning the card face up.  The card showed a woman in a white robe, blindfolded with two swords crossed over her chest.
    “The Two of Swords,” Emma mused.
    “What does it mean?” Susanna asked.
    “It can represent the delicate balance of a conflict which neither party has a clear advantage.  These conflicts are not easily resolved and can lead to long periods of confusion and stagnation.  The swords crossed in front of the lady’s heart could represent it being closed off, guarded possibly, for protection.  It could also pose as a barrier between two people.  Sometimes it is said that the card represents times when you are deliberately not seeing the truth, thus the blindfold.  It can be painful to remove the blindfold because often the softest light can blind those that have spent an eternity in darkness.”
    Susanna gasped, “The light!  I meant to tell you that I saw the light last night from the lighthouse!”
    Emma smiled, “Did you?”
    “Yes!  It was blinding!  I happened to be standing at the window and then suddenly it came out of nowhere, and just like you said . It went around one time and then it was gone.”
    “I’m glad you got