First off, I think I need to say this: I do not own any of the rights to Tru Calling, did not create it, and know nothing about the possibilities of a second series. If you fit into either of the first two categories, please do not sue me. If you fit into the third, please tell someone, coz people like to know these things.
It had been a month since Luc's funeral, and Harrison was worried that Tru wasn't coping well. She'd become terse and stern, and Harrison had spent the last week or so trying to shake her out of it.
"A séance?" said Tru disbelievingly.
Harrison stepped back defensively. "Hey, what? You deal with dead people all the time."
"Yeah, but only to stop them being killed, or sometimes to do autopsies. Not like this!"
Harrison put a comforting around her shoulders. "Look, Tru, I know that you miss Luc, but you can't always be Wonder Woman." He tried desperately to remember what Davis had told him. "You gotta try to be Shayra Hall every once in a while, too."
Tru stared at him for a second. "Harr, Shayra Hall is Hawkgirl." She threw her hands up defensively. "OK, I can see where you're going. But is this your idea of a fun night out?"
Harrison laughed. "Tru, it's Thursday, 'fun night out' is Friday. Look, just humour me, OK?"
Tru started the car, grumbling about always having to humour Harrison.
When they got there, it was dark. The séance was taking place in somone's house, and Tru had to admit, it was a nice place. "How did you hear about this place?" she asked Harrison.
Harrison shrugged. "I was up at the university with Davis, meeting one of his old classmates – the guy's a parapsychologist, or something – and he was checking for an angle on your powers. I was getting bored with the conversation, and saw this flyer on the table. I thought it might be fun."
"Fun," said Tru, looking around the room. It was mostly college students, but there was an old woman in the corner, talking with a woman in a red dress.
The woman in the red dress stood up, and walked into the centre of the room. "Welcome, all of you," she said. "I am Maria, and with my help, you are going to speak to someone on the other side. Now, if you could get into a circle?" Dutifully, people shuffled into a circle. Harrison, who was quite smart in his own way, had stolen a cushion from the couch.
Maria knelt down, and entered the circle. "So, let us begin."
His name had once been Mitch, and he still answered to it. But, with his newfound existence had come the realization that names were just labels, not things you hung onto, and to survive as he did, you got good at new names. Beside him, people who had once been called Polly, Henry, and Chaz sat. As the train rumbled towards the city, he thought again of Buddy, his oldest friend, who'd been knifed to death in St. Louis. But for people like them, death was not always the end, and Buddy had promised to meet them in this new city, far from St. Louis, where he would find a new body. It would be easy for him, too: people died every day, finding a body he liked among all those people would not be difficult.