I'm really sorry that, once again, I haven't updated this in so long. I am now working really hard to finish it, having a bit of free time the next couple of weeks, so hopefully the suspense won't kill you all for the little bit that's left :S
On a different note, I started this story three years ago, with a totally different writing style and idea of a storyline than I do now. I'm really sorry that the story doesn't seem (at least to me) to flow properly due to that gap. I'll try to sound more like I did at the beginning in the parts coming up.
It had been thirty minutes since I'd walked from Madame Zara's dark tent, the photocopied sheet clenched in my fist, my head swimming with ideas, scenarios, the incredulity of the situation. Was it really possible that Jesse could become alive again? That, in fact, I could be the one to save him?
The notion seemed absurd, impossible, incomprehensible. And yet I was still compelled to believe it.
I could see the dead, those on the higher plane. I could see the undead, those on the spiritual plane. I could take those in the plane of the undead to the plane of the dead. I could take those in the plane of the dead to the plane of the undead, as I had with Jesse after he was exorcized. I could, technically, move someone from the plane of the living to the plane of the dead or the plane of the undead. Why not the other way around?
It made sense, too, that people from an age so long ago would have discovered exactly how to do this. After all, I had already found ancient methods of exorcism to work, in more cultures than one. There may be an easier way, as there seemed to have been an easier way for Paul to reach the higher plane than to exorcize himself, but this way was almost guaranteed to work.
The thought made me shiver with amazement and apprehension. I could bring Jesse here. To my plane of existence. I could introduce him to my parents, my friends, go to my graduation dance with him, but mostly, and this thought sent thrills through me – give him the life he deserved, a real life, the life he'd been robbed of, a true chance to live. Jesse had been taken from this world far too early, and I had a chance to give him what he should have had.
I only hoped that it was what he wanted too.