"Take my hand Claymore," the Captain said smoothly. "Now no tricks!" Claymore warned. "Do you want to see your blasted funeral or don't you?" Carolyn Muir stood, dumbfounded, watching in disbelief as Claymore grasped the Captain's hand, and disappeared. Stunned, she slowly returned to the parlor and sat down by the fireplace. "He CAN touch people," she whispered to herself. "Why wouldn't he tell me that he can touch me? We can, we could touch each other; the minute this clock business is over, we are going to talk – and perhaps more," she said with a hopeful smile.