places.â
âThatâs good, right?â Kurt asked. âI mean, thatâs what I wanted to know.â
Not necessarily . A king was a formidable foe, and swords meant he had a strategic plan. Sadie worried her lip and closed her eyes. Her deep, steady breaths helped her access the more psychic reaches of her mind. Kurt and Anthony remained silent, giving her the time she needed to get a vision, if one would come.
At last she was standing outside a nondescript three-story building. All seemed quiet. She didnât recognize it or the neighborhood, so that wasnât much help. Maybe if I astral-project to the roof, I can see a landmark.
Sadie entered a deep trance and saw out of her mindâs eye as she floated up one story, two stories, three stories. At last she found the roof and directed her spirit body to land on it. Glancing around the area, she saw more buildings but none of them familiar. She sensed she was outside Boston proper in a pretty sketchy neighborhood, but she couldnât be sure exactly where. Cambridge? Somerville? Everything was densely packed, and taller buildings obscured her view. Additionally, she couldnât see any street signs.
Deciding to astral-project through the roof into the building, she hoped to view its contents and discover why she had projected there.
The third story held boxes and crates. Some had been pried open, and straw was strewn about the floor. Nothing interesting there, so she continued sinking through the third floor into the ceiling of the second. She found herself in an office. It seemed like this might be an old factory. There was a wall of windows and a metal walkway just outside the office. She imagined the supervisors keeping an eye on things by gazing down at the factory floor.
That seemed like a good idea, so she floated through the wall and stood on the walkway. What she saw shocked her. Cages. Some small enough to hold a rabbit, others large enough to hold a man. Then she spotted a group cellâa very large, glassed-in area with two naked men, a naked woman, and a naked child inside. If that wasnât upsetting enough, a few giant fish tanks stood against the opposite wall. She spotted one with a man insideâ¦and he had a fishtail!
Sadie was about to get closer when a security guard rushed toward her from her right. Can he see me?
âYou there. Halt!â
Crap! He can! How he was able to see her in astral form wasnât important at the moment. Getting out of there was.
She shot up through the ceiling and then through the next one, willing herself to return to her body in Anthonyâs apartment.
Just as she arrived on the roof, her spirit snapped itself back into her body and she fell over.
âSadie!â Anthony was lifting her upright in a nanosecond. âAre you okay?â
Sadie took a deep breath and allowed her calm to return. âIâm fine. At least I will be. I astral-projected into an old factory and had to snap back into my body abruptly.â
âHad to?â Kurt asked.
âI was spotted.â
Kurtâs shocked expression said it all. âWho or what could have possibly seen you in astral form?â
âThatâs what Iâd like to know,â she said. âHis speech and uniform seemed old-fashioned, and he carried a nightstick.â
âAre you thinking it might have been a spirit?â Anthony asked. âMaybe an old-time cop or security guard?â
âI canât come up with any other plausible explanation.â
âDid he seem cognizant? Interested in what you were doing there?â
âOh, yes. He shouted and began running toward me.â
âGreat.â Kurt tossed his hands in the air. âSo, even if we find the place, itâs haunted and we canât hide from an invisible guard. Do you think the scientists know heâs there?â
âI donât know. Iâm sorry I panicked,â Sadie said.
Anthony patted her hand.