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that humans are all murderers, because a few bad apples are.”
    That makes sense, but something about the way she’d said that. . . “You weren’t around when it happened.”
    “Ha! No, I wasn’t even a mortal back then. That all happened well over a millennia ago.”
    The bark of the massive oak tree separates, and we step into the elevator, before I ask, “Do you remember how you became a succubus? I mean, how you lost your mortality?”
    “If you’re thinking that you’re becoming an incubus, it can’t be. I made a deal with a demon, which split off a small part of itself, and I became as I am now.” She must sense my unease at her statement as she steps away from me, new worry in her eyes.
    “So. . . . You’re possessed?” I ask. “What deal did you make?”
    “The deal isn’t important anymore. I’m not possessed as you would think of it. The demon only gave me a small sliver of its soul to meet its end of the deal. A possession is the entire demon taking over. I still have free will,” she informs me, and I know she wants me to understand, but I’m only coming up with more questions.
    “But as a succubus, doesn’t that make you a demon? So by taking part of the other demon’s soul, you became a demon in turn.”
    “My actions back then made me into what I am now. Yes, that portion of a soul helped, but didn’t do it on its own.” She steps back up to me, and I hold my ground, not wanting to back away. She had cried when she thought I was dead, so I know she feels emotion. There would have been no reason to fake it after she thought I’d died.
    “So what do you think is happening to me now?”
    “I really don’t know. I’m going to ask around, and see what I can find out. I have some friends in high places that have been around since before this world was created. In the meantime, I want you to continue living your life as normal, and I’ll be back as soon as I can. Depending on how time warps randomly between the two worlds.”
    The elevator doors open on the parking garage, and I can see my car still parked in its spot. Stepping out, I quickly realize that Angela hasn’t followed me.
    “I don’t know how much time has passed in this realm while we were away, but go home.” Before I have a chance to say anything, the elevator doors close.
    Great, I think, I have no idea where exactly I am, or even what day it is.
    Pulling out of the garage, I notice that the sun seems to have dipped only slightly, but that doesn’t tell me what day or even month it is. I pull out onto the busy street, and immediately notice how smooth the Orange Bubble rides. The steering is a lot more responsive, and some of the little issues that I realized I’d gotten used to over the years are gone as well. The car is handling better than new. The gas gage on the dash is completely gone, and I wonder how I’m supposed to know how much gas I have without the gage. Pulling into a gas station just to be on the safe side, I’m surprised to see that there isn’t even a spot to put gas in.
    It doesn’t take me long to figure where I’m at, and I point my car north. I enjoy the speed and power of my remodeled car. To my surprise, the radio announces the date and time, letting me know that I was in the Shadow World for less than thirty minutes. Angela had said that time runs randomly between the two, but it felt like a lot longer than that.
    Walking up to my tiny 32nd story apartment, I pause outside of Brooke’s door. I’m strongly tempted to knock, but back down. Despite what’s happened with Angela, Brooke is levels of magnitude above me.
    I find a brand new cell phone charging on my kitchen counter. I’d been told my old one had been destroyed in the accident. Turning it on, I see that I have five new messages. The first one is from the company that manages this apartment complex, asking if I want to apply my last payment to the rest of the year, or want a refund. The next four were from Sheila Lance, my