"Was it the infinite sadness of her eyes that drew him or the mirror of himself that he found in the gorgeous clarity of her mind?"
Her trepidation at being at the séance was not so much at the thought of contacting her dead husband but being under the steady gaze of the medium's manager, a bear of a man with dark eyes of an uncertain depth. She was inclined to be wary of him. The medium droned on, the atmosphere was cagey and she could hardly bear much more of this. Her husband hadn't shown himself even with the best of efforts and she felt like this medium was a fraud. Throughout all of this, he barely blinked, his gaze coming back to hers every so often. The moment she could escape, she did, rushing outside for some air. She would never go back there, this messing around with spirits was a terrible idea and she would have to go right to confession over it. She sensed a presence behind her and turned to see him, a sturdy figure silhouetted in the dimming light. He enquired after her, concerned that she did not feel well. She told him she was fine and left with a curt goodbye. Such a disconcerting man. She was glad she'd never see him again.