Author's note: Hey all, sorry about not updating my stories, I have been insanely busy and will try as hard as I may to keep it up. Here is the second chapter, and I am quite proud of it in spite of myself. Enjoy.

It wasn't dark in the room, or light, rays of sun were seeping through the curtains and filling the room with a half-light, which seemed to linger, as though the room didn't want to let it go. It was quiet, and a figure sat in a chair was staring into space. His face giving the hint of age without taking away the soft, knowingness he seemed to exude. Bowman sighed filling the room with shifting reverberations. A sudden tumult of noise attacked his ears as two of his children fell into the room and stood to attention on the floor ahead of him. He looked up and smiled at the faces that were all too familiar, his son looked more and more like he did everyday and his daughter, his heart shone whenever he saw her, she was so much her own person and so much like his twin, he was proud of both.

"You sent for us?"

He frowned a moment, forgetting that he had, then he hmmmed and smiled looking up at them again as though he had been away for a while somewhere secret.

"Ah yes, Ira could you go and help Uncle Mumpo set up the arch for me."

The boy scurried off and Bowman sat back into his seat his eyes glazing over in thought. Fal frowned; her father had forgotten she was there evidently. She could hear him murmuring to himself, as though arguing and sat on the edge of his chair.

"da?"

"Mm? Oh, Fal, sorry I forgot, um I don't remember what I wanted you for."

"It doesn't matter. Da?"

"Yes?"

"Who do you talk to?"

He looked at her, for a moment his face contorted as though she had touched something painful then it smoothened out again, like she had imagined it.

"What do you mean?"

"I hear you, speaking to someone who isn't there."

"Oh, that's just me, speaking to myself."
He murmured chuckling. Fal fell silent for a moment then she heard a sound in the room and realised it was her own voice.

"Its Aunt Kess isn't it?"

She frowned, where had that come from? Aunt Kess was dead. She could not believe she had said it. To her father, who must be the feeling the most pain for it. She looked on him, expecting to see pain or anger in his face but all she saw was understanding and awe.

"You know? But how?"

Instantly she knew.

" I can hear her."

" You can? In your head?"

"In yours."

She touched her cheek to his and reached out with her mind, like she did with birds, cows and mist, her aged companion.

Aunt Kess?

There was silence, not like the normal silence, in her mind. But it wasn't silence; it was the sound of someone not saying something after shock.

Falcon? But how?

I listen. With my mind.

Oh my Falcon, little Fal.

Love Aunt Kess

Love Fal.

Falcon broke contact with her father who sat in silence, facing away from her. She tried to say something but something in the atmosphere had changed that stopped her.

It was almost as though it was forbidden, almost as though it had never happened.

She took a step back, her breath suddenly heavy; she desperately tried to quell it, which only seemed to make it louder in her ears. She slowly took more steps across the floor and out of the door.

She sank to her knees in the hallway, her head against the wall. She held a hand to her chest, her heart beat furiously against her fingers. A smile quivered onto her lips and held. She didn't know why but she was content and she sat there a while. Smiling whilst the house whispered in the late summer wind.