Emily got to the airport much earlier than she'd planned to. It was about 10:30am when she swung in to Burbank's lot. It was a good thing she got there when she did, because Matt was milling about inside the terminal by the time she parked and walked inside. As soon as he saw her he stuck his hand out and started waving like the giant dork that he was. Emily gave him a small wave in return.

"Hey, big guy." She had to practically shout to be heard in the crowded airport. "Glad you could get a flight on such short notice."

"Hey, Em! Yeah, last-minute tickets are crazy expensive I guess. Not really a problem for me, though. And I'd never let you do this without me anyway."

"Well I'm glad you're here." She grabbed hold of his arm and started leading him toward the exit. "Now come on."

Matt let himself be dragged all the way outside. Once they reached her car Emily opened her trunk and told Matt to place his single carry-on piece of luggage inside. Then she tried not to snicker as he attempted to stuff himself into the passenger seat of her compact Coupe.

The ride home was relatively short, but it felt like an eternity. Neither of them knew what to say to the other. Matt was here for a serious occasion, so lighthearted small talk felt wrong. Emily didn't want to broach any serious subjects, though. She hoped he didn't mind the silence.

"So…" Matt said after a while. Emily internally groaned. "How are you and Jess doing?"

"Fine." She and Jess had agreed they were going to tell him about their relationship, but they were going to tell him together. "Not much progress on the drug front yet, but she's talking to a counselor again. A lady from New Hampshire with rehab clinic experience is willing to hold video sessions with her once a week. Jess seems to like her."

"Oh yeah?" Matt visibly brightened. "That's great. I knew you'd help her, Em."

Emily avoided eye contact. "How did you 'know' I would help her? You thought I was gonna be 'a bull in a china shop' in her life."

Matt paused. "Okay, I did say that. But I mean, once I found out you got her out of her apartment I knew you'd be a good force in her life. Better than I ever was."

"Oh shut it, she fucking adores you."

Matt laughed a little. "Yeah, I guess. I just can't help but feel like I don't do enough to help her. Like, I don't push her at all. Maybe if I was more like you she would've never got this bad in the first place. I…enabled her. Just like you said the first time we talked about it."

Emily didn't say anything for a while. When she did reply, she said, "You're kind of an enabler, yeah, but you have a place in her life. You're the rock. She knows she always has you. Even in her darkest hour you'll never abandon her. I don't think she has that level of security with anyone else." She swallowed as she tried not to think about all the years she'd neglected to seek Jess out and check up on her, while Matt had stayed by her side right along.

Matt seemed to consider her words.

"She needs someone to push her," Em added, "but she also needs someone to make her feel safe and secure. And I'm no good at emotional shit."

Matt chuckled a bit. Then, with a sigh, he put his hands behind his head and reclined in her car's small seat.

"So how's the wife?" Emily decided to ask.

Matt's demeanor instantly changed. He shifted to lean on the door and stare out the window, as far from Emily and her question as he could get.

Emily's eyes slid over to him. "Hello?"

"I don't know," he eventually said. "She don't talk to me much these days."

Emily quirked a brow. "Really?"

"Yeah. I think she's still pissed about me going to visit Jess a couple weeks ago. God, I don't know why I tried to lie to her about it. I never lie to her."

"Maybe she can tell there's something up with you and her."

"With me and Jess?" Matt turned to her at last.

Emily shrugged.

"…Maybe if I was single. But I'd never cheat on Jenn. She knows that. Or at least I hope she does."

Emily returned her gaze to the road, saying nothing.

Matt sighed again. Then, after some time, he said, "God, I really wish I wasn't married."

"Get a divorce."

"We really should. Me and Jenn both aren't happy."

"If you were a free man you'd have women all over you," Emily murmured. "I can think of two, at least…"

Matt blinked. "What, you and Jess?"

Emily coyly bit her lip.

Matt was noticeably flustered. "I…um, I would definitely not be, uh, opposed to that…like, at all…"

"Just something for you to think about." Emily herself had been thinking about it ever since Jess had brought it up. She loved her relationship with Jess – it felt so right and beautiful, perfect in some strange way. But she also couldn't deny that she still held feelings for Matt. He was kind and pure of heart – would he not be an asset to their relationship? A stabilizer, a base to Jess and Emily's at-times-quite-acidic personalities?

Matt wasn't the only one with a lot to think about.

As soon as Emily pulled into her driveway she noticed Jess peeking out one of her house's giant windows. She disappeared as soon as they got out of the car.

"Nice house." Matt looked over the spotless white exterior and black roof. "Very…you."

Emily unlocked the front door. "What, cold and uninviting?"

"No, no. I meant like, modern and…'fashionable' isn't the right word, but like…it looks fancy. Like something you'd see in a design magazine."

"Oh. Well thanks. I hate it myself." She pulled the front door open. Unsurprisingly, Jess was waiting just inside.

"Hi Matt!" She took a step toward him, but then stopped herself. Instead she opted for a small finger wave.

Matt and Jess were big-time huggers. It was extremely obvious that Jess was restraining herself for Emily's sake.

"You can hug him if you want," Em murmured. "It's not that big a deal."

Jess hesitated. "No, it's okay."

"Oh for Christ's sake, I'm not that fucking touchy." She pushed Jess toward him. Still hesitant, Jess studied Em's face for a moment. Then, apparently deciding Emily was being genuine, she and Matt gleefully embraced.

"So how are things?" Matt asked her once they parted. "Um, other than what's going down with Sam, I mean."

"Pretty good." Jess smiled a little. "I like being here with Em. Much better than my shitty apartment."

"I'm glad to hear that." Matt returned her smile.

"So Matt, since you're gonna be staying here, there's something you should probably know." Emily interrupted their small talk, but her tone was kept neutral.

Jess took a step back to stand beside her. They exchanged a brief look. Jess knew what Emily wanted to say.

Matt glanced between the two of them. "Okay. What?"

"Jess and I are together." Emily took Jess' hand in demonstration. Jess' cheeks pinkened just the slightest bit. "In a relationship."

Matt visibly balked for a second, but he quickly wiped the stunned look off his face. "O-oh. That's, uh, great. Congrats! I'm happy for you girls."

"Thanks. It's been really nice so far." Emily studied him carefully. His eyes held no malice to them, but they did seem to hold a little…sadness? A bit of jealousy? Or perhaps regret, considering his unhappy situation. Maybe it was a little of all three.

After the revelation Emily invited him to make himself comfortable in her home. She showed him to the guest bedroom where he'd be staying for the night (Jess had long since abandoned the room and now occupied Emily's bedroom exclusively). Matt set his small luggage down on the bed and thanked Em again for letting him stay. Emily was tempted to ask what his wife thought of him doing so, but she decided against it. His attitude in the car earlier seemed to indicate things weren't going too well on that front. So instead she simply replied that it was not a problem, and that he was welcome anytime.

Matt didn't waste much time broaching the subject once he was settled in. "I said I'd help with stuff for tomorrow. So, is there anything you guys need help with?"

Jess and Emily glanced at each other. Jess shrugged. "I think we'll be okay," Emily said. "Sarah's going to help out, so that will be eight of us there with Sam."

"Oh, good – wait, eight?" Matt stared up at the ceiling, counting off names under his breath.

"Me, you, Jess, Sarah, Chris, Ashley, Mike…and Beth Washington."

"…Beth Washington?"

"Oh yeah," Jess piped up. "She's around."

Matt glanced between them, as if waiting for them to laugh or say they were joking. Of course, neither of them did.

"We kind of…accidentally summoned her during a practice séance," Emily explained. "She wants to help Sam, so she's sticking around until we do the real thing."

Matt balked. "Um…okay?"

"So if you hear a weird noise in the house, or feel a cold breeze or something, it's probably her." Jess laughed a little, though her laughter was strained. "I think she's still a little mad at us, so she likes to knock things over in the middle of the night."

Matt fell silent, seemingly processing all of the new information they'd just dumped on him.

As if proving them right, Emily's refrigerator door yanked open and slammed shut with nobody near it. Her recessed lighting brightened and dimmed for a few seconds.

"Yes, we know you're here," Emily called out.

Matt wrung his hands. "Okay. I, uh, I can handle this. I mean it's just a ghost, right? …Ghost of someone we pretty much killed."

"Yeah." Emily shrugged, trying to play it nonchalant. "No big deal, right?"

"No, no, of course not."

They ran into an awkward silence after that. Finally Jess spoke up. "So are you hungry? We should have lunch."

Matt looked to Emily, as if waiting for her permission. "Um, sure," Em said, waving a hand casually. "Whatever you want."

She wasn't used to someone actually acting like a houseguest in her home. Jess had just stormed in and taken over.

"Okay then." Matt nodded. "Yeah, let's get settled in and stuff. I can help you make something for lunch if you want."

"You still into cooking?"

Matt smiled sheepishly.

Emily couldn't help but smile a little. "All right. I'll take you up on that offer, Big Guy."


"So you really didn't need any help." Matt nudged aside his cleaned plate and leaned one elbow on the table.

Emily delicately chewed and swallowed her mouthful of lemon grilled chicken. Then she said, "I'm glad you helped. Jess and I can't cook for shit."

Jess shrugged. "It's true."

"Heh, thanks. That's not what I meant, though. I'm talking about the channeling stuff."

"Oh." Emily thought over a response. "Moral support doesn't count as help?"

Matt smiled a bashful little smile. "I guess it does, if you consider me that."

A morsel of chicken accidentally fell to the floor near Emily's feet. Rin appeared out of nowhere and started sniffing at it curiously.

"No, don't eat that." Emily blocked Rin with her foot. "That's people food. You can't have lemon."

Rin eventually left it alone, but not before casting her owner a dramatic, how could you betray me in this way look. After her scolding she went and sat by Matt's feet. Matt smiled down at her and murmured that she was cute. Unbeknownst to him he just was sitting in the chair she loved to nap on. She was waiting to reclaim her throne.

It was strange having Matt over her house again. The last time they'd been over Emily's house together was ages ago, when they were dating. Back then they'd just hung out and done, well, a bunch of things that they probably wouldn't be doing this time.

Definitely wouldn't, her brain corrected itself. They were both in committed relationships, after all.

"I really appreciate you, Matt," she said out of the blue.

Matt sat up a little straighter. His posture told her he was confused by her sudden graciousness. Em at first looked away from him, but eventually forced herself to meet his gaze.

"I appreciate you too, Em."

They looked at one another for a long while. Emily couldn't read Matt's expression very well. She eventually lowered her eyes from his.

"I'm sorry I was such a bitch to you."

"Huh?"

"Back when we were…you know. When we were kids. I'm sorry I never appreciated you."

Matt blinked. "Oh, it's – it's fine. Never bothered me. I knew what I was getting into when I fell in love with you."

Emily felt herself blush at his words. "I think…" She drummed her nails on the table. Jess had gone very quiet, and was simply watching their interaction. "I always liked you, but I didn't think I deserved you. Or something. I was always attracted to shitheads who treated me like crap. I think I thought, like, subconsciously that that was all I deserved. I don't know."

"I get what you mean." Matt massaged the back of his neck. "To be honest, I always hated the way Mike treated you. He'd pull all kinds of shit, and when you'd finally call him on it he'd get all annoyed and tell you you were overreacting. And he'd say it in front of all of us. He'd embarrass you."

A deep-rooted sense of shame welled up inside Emily. That shame had been with her for decades now, but sometimes she was better at burying it than others. Now was not one of her better times.

Matt must have noticed her shift in demeanor. "Sorry. I shouldn't have brought it up. I guess I just still get mad thinking about it."

Emily shrugged. "Whatever. It's over now. And we have bigger things to worry about."

"True." Matt looked from her to Jess, bringing Jess back into the conversation. "So the thing about Sam is totally fucked up. Do you have any idea how we're actually gonna help her?"

Emily sighed. "Not a clue, honestly. I thought this was all over with. I mean, I don't love my life at present, but at least it doesn't usually involve horrifying monsters. Other than Jess before she's had her coffee in the morning."

"Hey." Jess laid a hand on her chest, feigning offense.

"Love you, dear." Emily smirked at her. Jess returned the mischievous look.

Matt smiled a little at their exchange, but his attitude immediately sobered as they resumed their conversation. "What if we have to…" He trailed off, expecting Emily to know what he was getting at. Unfortunately she did.

"Killing her would just release the spirit." She kept her tone cold and matter-of-fact, as if they weren't discussing the possibility of murdering one of their lifelong friends.

"You're right." He fidgeted a little. "But what if she, you know, starts acting like one of them?"

Emily drew up tall in her seat. She glanced over to Jess, who simply stared back at her. They had discussed this already.

Inhaling a deep breath, Emily said, "If that happens then we'll have to contain her. Like the old man on the mountain did."

"And then do what with her?"

"Leave her for a while. Starve her until she's weak and unthreatening. Then maybe try to find someone who can exorcise her or something." Making note of Matt's horrified expression, she added, "That's all I can think of."

"God." Matt sighed. "I really hope it doesn't come to that. Poor Sam."

"Poor us if she loses her shit and fucking eats one of us."

Jess made a small noise. Emily quickly reeled it back a little. "I mean, that won't happen, though. We'll all be there. There's no way we won't be able to restrain her with seven of us there. Plus a ghost."

"Right. Yeah." Matt nodded at Jess. "It'll be okay. I mean, worst case…I can definitely hold her back. I tackle huge dudes for a living. Sam's strong, but she ain't that strong."

A bit of visible relief surfaced on Jess' face.

"Yeah," Emily added, "and honestly, Sam's had this thing inside her for almost ten years and it hasn't taken her over yet. It can't be that powerful."

They were both looking at Jess by that point. She hadn't said much the entire conversation, and Emily was concerned for her. She could tell Matt was worried as well. Jess shied away from both of their gazes.

"You okay, Jess?" Matt eventually asked.

"We're doing it here, right?" she said, ignoring Matt's question. "The séance?"

"Um, yeah," Emily replied. "We can't do it at Sam's house. You wouldn't be able to participate. Also I don't know how far Beth can go from where we originally summoned her."

The lights flickered and dimmed again.

"Yes, I know you're still here", Emily called out. "Thank you for making sure my dimmer switch works."

Jess lowered her eyes. "Okay. Does Sam know?"

"Yeah, I volunteered to do it here. I didn't tell her why. I figured that was your business. And the Beth thing…I think that's best saved until she's actually here and I can explain it to her in person. Or maybe I won't mention it at all."

"Okay." Jess' voice was tiny, quiet. Emily had asked her numerous times over the past week if she was sure she wanted to go through with helping, that she could still back out and no one would fault her for it, but Jess had repeatedly argued with Em that she wanted to help. That she had to help.

Exhaling, Emily reached over and picked up Jess' idle right hand. Jess' eyes flicked up to Emily's face. Emily squeezed her hand, this time maintaining the light pressure for several seconds. Jess hesitantly returned the gesture. Her far-away stare shifted to a more immediate presence as she studied Em's face.

"Come on, bitch, you never used to be scared of anything." Emily smirked just the tiniest bit, hoping the teasing would get through to Jess' old self. She noticed Matt raise his eyebrows at her casual tossing of cusses at her girlfriend. He didn't know their relationship, and friendship, like they did.

"I'm not scared, you skank." Jess smiled a little. "You're scared."

"Me? Um, no. Sorry."

"So the other night when you woke me up because you were squeezing me so hard, that was just for fun, right?" Jess was smiling bigger now.

Emily played it cool. "I was trying to smother you. Then I wouldn't have to wake up to death metal."

"Hey, it makes for a great alarm though! You always get right up!"

"Yeah, and each time my life span gets a little shorter."

"So you do get scared of stuff."

"Startled out of my wits is not the same as 'scared'." Emily turned her attention to Matt, who was watching them with mild amusement in his eyes. "You see what I have to deal with here?"

"Hey, you wanted to date me, you ho. You asked."

"That day you must have been controlling my mind somehow. You brainwashed me."

"She's onto you, Jess," Matt piped up.

Jess was grinning now. "I told you before, it's my feminine wiles. Nobody can resist them."

"You don't even know what 'wiles' are," Emily said.

Jess gasped. "I do too! They're…"

She pushed her chair out from the table and stared down at her lap for a minute. Emily could clearly see her phone out under the table.

"…devious or cunning stratagems employed in manipulating or persuading someone to do what one wants."

"Wow, impressive word choices." Emily snickered. "Almost sounds like you read that from a dictionary."

"I'm just that good with words." She slipped her phone into her pocket, acting as though Emily hadn't clearly seen it. "You believe me Matt, right?"

"Oh yeah, definitely." He nodded enthusiastically.

Jess stuck her tongue out at Emily.

They weren't sure what to do after lunch was finished. It was obvious Matt wanted to be there, but didn't want to intrude. Their conversations all seemed to eventually steer toward topics Em would prefer not to discuss, so just hanging around chatting wasn't going to work.

At one point Jess said, "We should probably practice the channeling stuff one last time before we actually have to do it. Especially since Matt's never done it before."

Matt agreed, and told Emily he'd like to know what he was in for. With some reluctance Emily decided that that's what they would do for the next few hours. They would practice and communicate.

Unfortunately she wasn't sure how to close off channels after opening them, which always led to the strangest of dreams. That night, however, her strange dream seemed to have a very clear message.


A cold breeze blew across Emily's slumbering form. She realized with a semi-conscious shudder that her blanket had been removed from her. Her eyes drew wearily open, and she was reaching for her discarded covers when she noticed something standing at the foot of her bed.

She screamed.

It was Beth. Not just a cold, bodiless form, or flickering lights or doors slamming themselves. It was her. Beth Washington stood at the foot of her bed, clothed in an outfit Emily had seen her wear several times when they were teenagers.

Emily instinctively reached to her side to rouse Jessica. She quickly realized Jess was not in the bed with her.

"Emily."

Beth's voice sent a shudder through Em. She hadn't heard it in so very long. The very last time had been…

"I need something from you."

"What's going on? Where's Jess?" Emily crawled as far as she could away from Beth, until her back was against the headboard. Glancing about the room, she realized her windows revealed only thick, impenetrable fog outside, and her open bedroom door led to nothing but a deep black void.

"Listen to me." Beth's voice held its familiar razor edge. "You're asleep. I'm visiting you here because here I can actually talk to you."

Emily blinked. "I'm asleep?" That explained the strange surroundings of her room. "So this is a dream?"

Beth nodded.

"Wow." She met Beth's eyes. A slight tremble coursed through her. "I'm sorry, Beth. I'm really sorry."

Beth folded her arms and shrugged. "Whatever. It's done."

"What did you want to tell me?" Emily edged closer to her, still terrified but trying not to seem too rude about it. She could feel Beth's presence radiating outward from her. It was one of the strangest things she'd ever felt.

Beth stared her down for a good few seconds. "I need your body tomorrow."

Emily paled. "What?"

"When Sam comes over. Hannah and I have been communicating with wendigo spirits for years now. I know how to talk to them. Let me borrow your body during the séance so we can make sure it goes smoothly."

"I…you want…my…body?" Emily could feel herself starting to shake a bit harder. "What would I do in the meantime?"

"You'll be there too. We can share it. And I'll leave as soon as the séance is over."

Emily's immediate gut reaction was to, of course, refuse the offer. That was her body! She needed that! But as she looked upon her old friend, who, because of her, no longer had a body to call her own, her refusal died in her throat. She had always said she would do anything to change the events of the past. This would not change them, but it was a starting point to atonement. She had been blessed with a second chance at forgiveness from a person whose life she had helped to end. How many people could say they were given such an opportunity?

Beth must have picked up on her hesitation. "Look, I wouldn't ask this of you if I had any other choice. But Sam needs help. And you're the person I have the strongest connection with in this group besides her."

"…We have the strongest connection?"

"You summoned me. And…" Beth looked away. "You were the one who found me. When I…wasn't sure if I was dead."

Emily tilted her head. "I found you? Wait." She swallowed the lump that was slowly forming in her throat. "Are you talking about when I found you…in the mine?"

Beth nodded. "It all happened so fast. I thought – I wasn't sure, you know? Or maybe I didn't want to accept it. But because of you, when you found me, my family could finally start mourning me. They had a funeral for me."

"I was there," Emily said. "There were so many people."

"Yeah." Beth crossed her arms over her chest again. "I was there, too. Not for very long. But Hannah and I, we saw all of you there. It meant a lot to us. It helped us."

Emily's eyes begin to sting a little. "I'm sorry about Hannah, too," she said, fighting the tears that threatened to dissolve the remainder of her composure. "And Josh."

Beth bit her lip and shrugged, apparently trying to act casual. "We're all together now. Sort of. We're just waiting for Josh, so when he goes he won't be alone."

"But he's a wendigo now, right? What if he lives forever?"

"Eventually something will set him free. Or someone."

Emily swallowed. Looking up at Beth, she blinked away the small tears that had formed in her eyes.

"So…my body, huh?"

"Just for a few hours. I want to make sure what happened to my siblings doesn't happen to Sam."

They stared each other down for a few silent moments. Beth had always been a perfect counter to Emily in terms of attitude. Neither of them could ever intimidate the other. If you had asked either girl if they liked the other one, the answer would have been a rather aggressive "no", but the truth was that they had always held a begrudging sort of respect for one another. And that respect had only grown, at least on Emily's end, since discovering that Beth had gone through much of the same angst with Sam as she herself had gone through with Jess.

"All right," Emily finally said. "I guess you can…borrow it. But please be careful with it."

"I will." Beth moved to the side of the bed, closer to Emily. As she approached Emily noticed she made no sound, and left no trace of indentation on the rug where she stepped.

Emily dangled her legs over the edge of the bed, just a few feet from Beth. Beth came close to her, unnervingly close, and leaned down to her. If this was her and Jess Emily would have been expecting a kiss. Instead Beth laid her ice-cold palms on either side of Emily's face and tilted Em's head up.

Emily opened her mouth to ask what was going on. At that moment Beth's likeness began to disintegrate into a hazy, glittering cloud with only the vague shape of a human. It coiled around Emily, chilling her with its icy touch. Then it began flowing into her open mouth. Emily gasped as her lungs filled with the coldest air she'd ever inhaled, even colder than the frigid mountain air that had served as Beth's final breaths in life, and very nearly as Emily's own as well. Emily collapsed to all fours on the floor, choking and sputtering until the freezing aura spread through her body and then slowly dissipated.

Panting, Em dragged herself back into her bed. She barely had a moment to think on what had just happened before her body collapsed and she fell into a deep slumber.


"Emily?"

Emily's eyes opened. She was greeted by the sight of Jessica in nothing but a thin nightshirt leaning over her. After a moment of confusion she realized she was on the floor, tangled up in her blankets.

Jess offered her a hand. "Are you okay? You were talking in your sleep. Then you flailed around and fell out of bed."

Hesitantly Emily accepted Jess' hand. The contact, her skin touching the skin of another, felt oddly foreign to her. She allowed Jess to help her back up into bed. Jess prattled on, teasing her about falling and asking what she was dreaming about. Emily tuned most of it out, instead focusing on her own body. It felt so novel now. She stretched her fingers outward and wiggled them. Then she did the same with her toes. They all responded perfectly. Grasping the sheets beneath her allowed her to pull at them and actually make an impact on their physical form without feeling excessively drained.

"Hello? Emily?"

Emily reluctantly lifted her head to meet Jess' inquisitive stare.

"Are you okay, Em?"

"Fine." Her voice sounded strange too. Had it always sounded like that? Yes, yes it had. So why did it sound odd to her now?

She looked at the clock. Four A.M. Her body felt tired, but her mind was racing. I'm going to see Sam today. I can't sleep, I've got to get ready to help her!

As she was clambering out of bed Jess clutched at her arm. "Um, sweetie, it's four in the morning. We don't have to get up yet."

"I want to get ready now." Emily's body moved almost of its own accord, pulling her from the bed and driving her to the bathroom to start her day. "I'll be in the shower."

"Seriously?" Jess yawned and stretched out in the bed. "Okay, fine. More bed for me. See you at seven."

Emily groggily flicked the lights on in her personal bathroom. Sam! Sam! Sam! Her brain was in overdrive, pushing her to get ready in the middle of the damn night even though Sam wouldn't be over until late afternoon. But I'm so excited to see her again…she's just so great, and wonderful…beautiful…

"Okay, what the hell?" Emily murmured to herself. "I have never been attracted to Sam."

Sorry.

A voice, one that was not her own, resounded in her thoughts. Emily's spine straightened.

She remembered the dream she was having before she woke up on the floor. She'd agreed to let Beth use her body. More specifically, to share it.

Beth?

Yes?

Emily paled. You're in my body with me.

Yes. We agreed on this.

When I was dreaming! God, Beth, I – I don't know how to deal with having someone else in my damn body with me!

It's only for one day. Then I'm going back to the mountain. I just need to make sure I don't have to take Sam with me.

Beth's statement gave Emily pause. She wasn't sure if she meant taking Sam to the mountain as a wendigo, like Josh, or as a spirit, like herself and Hannah. Did she think they were going to kill Sam? Emily had mentioned it yesterday…

No, I don't think you're going to kill Sam. But I want to make sure it doesn't come anywhere close to that.

Right. Beth could read her thoughts now.

It'll be easier for you, anyway, Beth continued. I'll be the one asking the questions and conducting the séance. You get to just sit back and watch.

You're talking to the poster girl for the Type A personality here. You really think I'll enjoy just sitting back and watching other people do things?

No answer from Beth. Emily sighed. With a great deal of hesitation she turned on the shower and began stripping out of her night clothes.

This was going to be a hell of a day.