"Shane! Shane where are you?" Shea yelled as she climbed over the mounds of trash. Using her powers, she had traced Shane to the city dump. Pin-pointing him was a different story.
"Shane!" Shea yelled again.
"Go home Shea." Came the response from behind her. Shea turned around and saw Shane standing there, a look of hurt and rejection of his usually smiling face.
Shea began to apologize. "Shane. I'm sorry. There's nothing else to say ecept for that. I'm sorry." Shane shook his head.
"Shea, all those things you said back there…do you expect me to forgive you like that?" Shane asked.
Shae shook her head. "No but I was hoping it was a start?" She responded.
Shane's grim face finally broke into a smile. "How can I be mad at you?" He asked laughing.
"You can't, it's part of my charm." Shea replied. She sat down and looked around.
"The dump?" She asked, clearly amused.
Shane laughed. "I figured you wouldn't come after me." He replied honestly.
Shea smiled. "Have you seen dad, recently I mean?" She asked.
"Yea, just a little…" Shane started to say.
"No, before that. When you were living in the underworld." Shea specified.
Shane thought about it. "Once or twice in passsing. Just meeting between demons and stuff like that. I didn't sit down and have conversations with him, if that's what you mean."
"Oh." Was Shea's response.
"Have you seen him at all?" Shane asked.
Shea shook her head. "Nope. I haven't seen him in 5 and ½ years."
There was a silence. Shane was looking at the golden gate bridge. He watched as the sun set behind it. Finally he turned towards Shea.
"Have you…"
"No" Shea replied.
"Not even once?" He asked.
"No. I wish I did though." Shea responded.
"Oh."
"Have you?" Shea asked.
"No way. I lived in the underworld. There's no way" Shane replied.
"Do you want to?" Shea asked.
Shane looked at her curiously. "How?" He asked.
Shea looked around the dump. After 5 minutes, she found what she was looking for. She motioned to Shane to come help her.
"We're moving it to that clearing over there." Shea instructed, pointing towards the left.
Shane nodded and gathered the supplies in his hand. She followed him carring the rest of it. She slipped off her jacket and looked at him.
"Ready? She asked in a hoarse whisper.
He nodded. He wiped the sweat off his brow and grabbed her hands. She whispered under her breath, mumbling over and over again. Finally she turned towards the circle they had laid out.
He began to open his mouth when she shook her head. He immeadiatly shut it and focused back on the circle.
"Don't let go." She whispered, her eyes still focused on the circle.
"I won't." He whispered back.
Shea closed her eyes and muttered under her breath some more. Finally she looked up. Shane followed her glance and gasped. Inside of the circle, a white mist-like fog was forming, covering an area. The fog was thick and impossible to see through. Finally it began to clear. Shane saw the shape of a woman, and then her face. She looked just like Shea. Her hair was the same legnth, the same color. Her eyes were the same color too. Shea squeezed his hand even tighter. He squeezed back, supporting her.
"Mom?" Shea whispered.