Disclaimer: The Giver does not belong to me.

The Giver rocked back and forth in his chair after several hours of vigorous training with his successor, a boy named Jonas. There was something about him that put great sadness in him. Perhaps it was the way he looked when The Giver transmitted him a painful memory, or the way he walked out of the room…it was so reminiscent of…

The Giver winced at the memory of his "daughter", his greatest failure. He knew he had made a mistake, that he had trained her too hard towards the beginning…but it was too late to take it back.

Oh, how much he missed her…how much he wanted her back in this world. He would do anything. Why did she have to release herself? If only she were a bit stronger! She could have made it through! Being The Receiver is a burden and it's very painful. But why her…? Why this beautiful child?

If only she were still here…he would take her in his arms and tell her that everything was okay…all these bad memories would never occur in the community again…There were still many things he wanted to say to her, to ask her.

What is death like? He suddenly wondered. It was a random thought, but The Giver couldn't help but ponder it for a moment. He had a memory, far back, about a philosophy regarding life after death…it was called heaven. Even if this community had adjusted into Sameness and nobody remembered old teachings…heaven must still exist. After all, it's not a part of Earth.

If there was a way to contact heaven…then The Giver could talk to Rosemary and ask her all of his questions. There had to be a way to contact heaven. Some distant memory he only had one of?

Think…think…

Something vaguely popped in his head. A memory of people sitting in a circle, around a candle…The Giver couldn't perceive the word immediately. The memory was slipping from him. He tried to get it quickly, without missing this chance.

S…S…se…sea…séance.

A séance. Now that he knew the word, he tried to get more memories of such a thing. The Giver found out he only had one, though, a very distant one…but it would have to do.

If The Giver wanted to talk to his dear daughter, he would have to perform one of these séances. Now, he needed to find a book.

A/N: Just something a little different. A fair warning: A real séance may not be performed as it will be in later chapters. It's kind of my take on them…not the real way to do it. I won't completely screw it up, but I may alter it a bit to make it make sense. Please review, and ConCrit is always appreciated.