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nothing complicated.
It’s extremely important that you are completely relaxed, however. Dr. Thompson
is going to look at your brainwaves on the monitor while you and I talk. It
will be fine.” Her voice sounded so soft, as if she was rocking a baby to sleep,
and it was starting to put Emily at ease. How bad could it be? It’s not like
they were performing illegal tests. “We’re going to try some age regression
suggestions when you are one hundred percent relaxed,” she explained. “How do
you feel?”
    “Good,” Emily replied. Surprisingly, she was not lying.
    “Do you see this light in my hand?” Dr. Lewis asked, holding
up a miniature flashlight the size of a pen.
    Emily nodded.
    “I’m going to ask you to focus on this light and nothing
else, okay?”
    “No problem,” Emily mumbled.
    “This is James Braid’s Eye-Fixation Hypnotic Induction
Method,” the doctor explained in a voice that sounded like flowing water.
    “Wow, what a mouthful,” Emily whispered.
    “Are you ready?” Dr. Thompson asked, turning off the lights.
    “Ready,” Emily assured them.
    “Okay, now, concentrate on nothing else but the light in my
hand,” Dr. Lewis said softly. “Just keep your eyes on the light. In a little
while, I will ask you to close your eyes, but until then, just keep staring at
the light. Can you do that for me?”
    Emily nodded again.
    It didn’t take long for her eyes to feel the effects of
staring at nothing but the little light, and she could feel her mind starting
to clear of thought.
    “Okay, now I need you to relax your entire body,” Dr. Lewis
said. “Start by relaxing your arms and legs. Feel the tension drain from each
of your limbs, one at a time; from your shoulders to your fingers. Feel the
tension drain from the tops of your legs to your feet. Just feel it all drain
out. Do you feel more relaxed?”
    “Um,” Emily answered.
    “Feel yourself floating into the light…just floating.” Her
voice sounded softer and further away.
    “Imagine that you are becoming one with the light. Can you
feel yourself  floating?”
    Emily nodded slightly; she didn’t have the strength to nod
any more enthusiastically, she was floating into the light.
    “Relax your mind. Let all thoughts drift away; just focus on
the light in my hand. Imagine merging with the light, becoming one with it,
becoming it,” Dr. Lewis purred.
    Soon, Emily was no longer herself; she was the light, she
was nothingness.
    After a moment or a year or ten years—time was suddenly
meaningless—she heard the soothing voice again. “Close your eyes, Emily.  Just
float away.”
    Emily was gone. She had floated away. She was nowhere and
everywhere.
    Dr. Lewis’s liquid voice surrounded her, asking her to go back
five years. Emily drifted back.
    She looked around a bright room. She knew the room, knew the
blackboard with the foreign writing bordering the top. She knew the man sitting
in front of her: Mr. Spencer. She was sitting in the first row of her senior
year Spanish class.
    Mr. Spencer looked down at her and spoke: “¿Cuáles son
tus planes para el fin de semana, Emily?”
    Patrick Walsh was staring into her face, trying to make her
laugh.
    “Voy a estar haciendo mi tarea de español ,” she replied confidently.
    “Muy bein, señorita ,” Mr. Spencer
replied, chuckling. He turned to Patrick. “Patrick, dejar de babear sobre Emily.”
    Emily blushed.
    “What?” Patrick looked bamboozled.
    Mr. Spencer laughed. “I told you to stop drooling over
her. Maybe she would date you if you played it cool, man.”
    Dr. Lewis’s voice filled her head from far away “That’s
great, Emily. That’s really, really good,’ she said. “Can you go back even
further? Can you try to go back ten more years?”
    Emily pushed with her mind, drifting backwards.
    The scene before her changed. She sat crossed legged on a
bed. The door swung open, and Susan came skipping into the room, wearing faded
blue jeans and a t-shirt that was much