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the strands of curly hair straightened right under my fingers. It looked like I had just taken a straightening iron to them.
    “Oh. My. God .” I looked up, wondering if the light could have been shining onto my hands from some other light source. No, definitely not. The lights in my bathroom gave off a soft yellow glow—and they were off because of the power outage anyway. There was natural light filtering in from outside, but not much and it had a pinkish hue. The light shining around my hand was blue and too bright. And the hair I’d been touching was now perfectly dry, and perfectly straight.
    Impossible.
    Luckily, curiosity beat out fear and kept me calm. I ran my hand through to see if it would happen once more, but it didn’t. Staring at that section of straight hair, I was baffled…and a little annoyed. I didn’t have time for this. I was running late, Colin would be arriving to pick me up in five minutes and my hair was already not cooperating. Now, on top of that, I had one piece that was different than the rest. My frustration reached its peak and I wished like crazy I could just fix it, and that’s when the tingling started again. As soon as I felt it, I pulled my fingers through and my hand lit up again. The hair I touched straightened under that glow.
    “Holy crap. I can’t believe this.”
      Now I was talking to myself. Great, I was definitely losing it. I couldn’t figure out why it happened sometimes, but not others. Then it hit me, it happens when I want it to . When I concentrate.
    With total focus, I felt the charge of energy flow through my fingers, accompanied again by the electric blue glow, finger-combing my hair again and again. Before I knew it my entire head was perfect. It looked like I spent an hour on my hair with a shitload of product, a blow dryer, and a straightening iron—and I did it all with nothing but my bare hands in under five minutes. Was this what Mark was talking about? This definitely qualified as unusual, but if I told him what happened he’d think I was nuts.
    Before I could rethink it, I rummaged through my purse and grabbed my cell. Pressing call, I waited for the ring.
    “Hello.” His deep, smooth voice usually set butterflies swarming in my belly, but I was too frazzled to notice this morning.
    “Mark?”
    “Alyssa. Is everything okay? You sound a little…off.”
    “Everything’s fine, I guess.” I was quiet. Now that I had him on the phone what was I supposed to say? “Could you please tell me what you meant by something strange?”
    Silence.
    Eventually he asked, “Has something happened?”
    “Um, I don’t know for sure.” I hesitated to tell him about it. What if he thinks I’m crazy?  “I’m just wondering if your idea of strange is the same as my idea of strange.”
    “You haven’t mentioned anything for weeks. What’s happened now?”
    “Um…nothing, really. I just wanted you to tell me what you were expecting.”
    “There’s something. Tell me.” There it was, bossy.
    “I don’t…I can’t really explain. You’ll think I’m nuts.”
    “Yes.”
    “Yes, you’ll think I’m nuts?”
    “No.” He corrected. “Yes, we have the same idea of strange. It’s time for us to talk. When you get to work come straight to my office. Understand?”
    “Bossy.” The way I said it wasn’t really an insult, he knew I liked that about him.
    “Well, I am the boss, Alyssa.” I could hear the smile in his voice and it made me relax a little.
    “Okay, I’ll see you in the office in at nine.”
    As I hung up the phone I heard a car honking. Good, Colin was here.

Chapter 4
    Balance
    Still in shock, I lay on the gurney in the emergency room unable to reconcile the events that had brought me here—the strange incident with my hair this morning already forgotten.  It’s funny how the things I thought were important were quickly overshadowed by the terrifying incident of this morning. It had replayed in mind, over and over on a constant