CHAPTER 4

The hotel room that Jenna now stood in, was cool and welcoming. Going straight to the bathroom she ran the water, scooped up hands full to flush the sand out of her eyes. Looking into the mirror over the basin she saw her eyes were beginning to redden. She would have to go to a pharmacy and buy some eye drops or she could end up with an infection. Turning back to the room she was surprised to see that it wasn't the bell hop that brought in her luggage in but, the Lieutenant himself.

"You didn't have to do that Lieutenant but thank you" Jenna smiled warmly as she watched him place her luggage in the closet.

"You need medical attention for those eyes Ma'am" Horatio stated matter of factly when he saw her dabbing them with a clean towel.

"And I intend to get it sir" Jenna replied. Tomorrow the Lieutenant would be her boss and she would treat him as such. Jenna had always called officers ranking above her in the UK, as Sir or Ma'am. Horatio stood looking at her side ways on.

"When we're not on duty you can drop the Sir, Jenna, just call me Horatio or H" Horatio said with a slight smile. Jenna nodded, looking around, not quite knowing what to say. She had tried so hard to block out his thoughts throughout the journey here but, it was becoming impossible. She knew he wanted to know what she was hiding. His thoughts betrayed him.

She walked over to the window and looked down on to the street below. She had tried to read Karla but something sinister had been blocking her attempts. It was only now, when she had chance to calm down and force herself to relax did all the doubts about their first meeting come to mind. There had been an aura about her that Jenna had just put down to first meeting nerves had brushed it aside in fact. It all seemed to make sense now. The atmosphere between Shauna and Karla was strained at best. It was as if they had to contain themselves around her. Horatio's voice penetrated her thoughts.

"Sir... Horatio" she corrected. "Do you have any idea why Karla attacked me as she did?" Horatio shook his head.

"I don't" he replied simply.

Jenna chewed her bottom lip as she always did when she had a worry or was just thinking.

"Jenna, are you OK, he asked softly from behind her.

"Yes, I'm fine Lieutenant, just thinking," she answered directly.

"You don't seem fine" Horatio offered. "In fact I would say there was more here than meets the eye Jenna" he spoke softly dipping his head. His eyebrows raised as if to encourage her to tell him what she had been thinking.

"I'm not sure I understand what you mean Lieutenant" Jenna used his rank as a way of telling him that she had nothing further to say on the matter. She would deal with the situation between Karla and herself in time but for now she had to concentrate on her coming employment within the crime department. She hoped that the Lieutenant wouldn't pursue the matter further.

"I would like to take that shower I promised myself so, if you don't mind," she indicated the door , walking over to it she opened it so he could leave. He did so but not without the last word.

"My door is always open. Any time you feel the time is right Jenna. I won't push you to tell me anything but, remember this, Karla Petersen has an hidden agenda. With you out of the way she can continue her extra curricular activities. What ever they are, I will find out and if you are involved, the sooner you deal with it the better for all concerned." He smiled and continued on his way out the door. Closing it behind him Jenna leaned on it and heaved a huge sigh. Lieutenant Caine definitely knew about her clairvoyance, so why hadn't he come right out and asked her about it she wondered. Tomorrow she would contact her superiors in England and find out just what it was that they had told him and deal with it from there.

Monday morning saw Jenna rising at 5am and going for a jog around 5:15 am to freshen her mind and exercise her body. Letting herself in the room just after 6am she padded round the room to cool down. The phone rang while she was gathering things to take into the shower.

"Hello," she said cautiously as there was only the Lieutenant who knew she was here.

"Good morning Jenna," She heard the Lieutenant say brightly "I trust you slept well" he enquired.

"I certainly did sir," she answered warily. "Is there something wrong Lieutenant? She asked politely.

"No, I just wanted to make sure that there wasn't any repercussions from yesterday. I should have also told you yesterday that you need to go over to Miami central to have your ID badge issued before you come to the lab. Also when you get to the lab, perhaps you would come directly to my office for a brief chat before I show you which officers you will be working with" he informed her.

"I will be there by 8:30am Lieutenant", Jenna assured him and replaced the handset.

Jenna wondered if the Lieutenant would ask her about Karla again. Before she went to get showered and dressed to go to work she put in a call to the UK. They were five hours ahead so her old boss should be on duty. And likely having his mid-morning coffee.

After the usual few minutes wait while the receptionist checked that her old boss was available, the next thing she heard made her smile broadly.

"Good morning Jenna! Its so good to hear from you. I heard you had some trouble and that you were injured. How are you doing now?" A gruff voice greeted her on the other end of the phone. Robert Duncan was a jolly person and one that everyone got along with. At aged 55 he acted more like a big brother than a boss to the eighteen people under his command.

"I'm fine now sir and about to start my first shift in a couple of hours. That's why I have called you now." Jenna replied laughing lightly.

"What time is it there in Miami? Robert asked brightly.

"Just after 6am" she replied. "Sir! I called because Lieutenant Caine had requested a file on me.

"He did Jenna" was Robert's immediate response. "But there wasn't anything in that report other than that you were well qualified and that I approved your exchange" he paused. "Has something happened Jenna?" he asked with concern.

"Not as such sir but..."she hesitated.

"But what? He waited patiently.

"Well" she blew out an exasperated breath. "Will you check something for me? He replied with an affirmative response. "When Barbara Markham pulled out of the exchange did she tell anyone the reason? She enquired.

"I don't know Jenna. Does this have to do with the report that the Lieutenant had asked for or, anything to do with you being shot? He asked pointedly.

"No...well I'm not sure sir. You know first hand that when I feel uneasy about something its for a very good reason and I haven't been proved wrong yet" Jenna supplied.

"That I do" Robert answered. " And you have a feeling" he responded.

It was Robert that gave her the biggest support when she had been accused of supplying false evidence to get a conviction. It was also Robert that had backed up her evidence when she was questioned about her abilities. Without Robert's support Jenna would have given up a job she loved to protect her secret. She had endured a lot of questions and a battery of tests to prove she did not plant evidence to get the murderer of a young boy convicted. It had been an exhausting time and not one she wanted to repeat in a hurry.

"I can't say for sure but something is amiss. Having Barbara confirm her reasons for pulling out would give me something to build on sir" Jenna finished.

"Leave it with me Jenna and I will fax a report to you. What's the number?" Jenna read from the letter she had received. Thanking the inspector she rang off and went to shower and change feeling a little happier about the situation.

The door to Horatio's office stood open and he was standing looking out of the window as she approached. Jenna stood for a second or two before knocking. Horatio turned and smiled.

"Come in. Can I get you a coffee?" he asked politely.

"No thank you sir. I find American coffee too bitter" she said with honesty. Horatio laughed.

"I suppose the way we make coffee is an acquired taste ma'am" He pulled out a chair for her to sit. She did so placing both hands on her lap. Try as she might she couldn't relax. She could feel his burning need to question her and knew that she would have to answer him honestly. It was then that the phone rang. She blew out a silent breath and looked around the room while he spoke to whom ever was on the line.

"We need to take a rain check on the briefing ma'am" Horatio informed her. "I will give you a call" he said as he walked with her to the lab and introduced her to Dan.

"Dan will show you around" He said to Jenna.

"The team have a call out" he said over his shoulder to Dan as he went out the door.

And that was that. Dan welcomed her and set to showing where everything was. By eleven thirty she was sorting through evidence and crime reports.

By the end of the first day Jenna was too exhausted to begin a search for her own apartment. Falling into bed after alight meal in the hotel restaurant she fell into a dreamless but happy sleep.

Almost three weeks had past before Jenna had time to look at a newspaper let alone read one. While sitting in the restaurant after her meal one evening, looking through the to let ads she had the strangest feeling she was being watched. On looking up from the paper her eyes clashed with Karla's dark brooding stares.

A quiver of something not unlike fear curled in her stomach. Her old friend was with a tall fair haired man that she had only ever seen once from a distance but recognised immediately. Jenna nodded to Karla and went back to her paper. Acknowledging her was a good thing because she knew Karla would drop her guard. After ten minutes with her head stuck behind the paper Jenna closed it and placed it on the table. She stood, walked out of the restaurant without looking around to see where Karla and her companion was. They were seated on the left as she walked through the door and into the hotel foyer. Knowing that Karla would wait to see where she went before following her, Jenna went into the hotel garden for some fresh air. It was only just past 9pm but the garden would be deserted.

Bending slightly she took a large bloom in her hands and brought it to her face, inhaling the light fragrance deeply. She felt rather than saw Karla step up behind her. Turning she faced her new nemesis.

"Jenna, you're looking so much better than last I saw you" Karla said sweetly. Smiling wryly she came to stand next to her and Jenna felt the tug of whatever it was that hung over Karla.

"Karla how nice to see you again" Jenna said with just enough friendliness to make Karla relax.

"Oh Jenna" her exaggerated sigh made Jenna realise it was a lie. "I thought you were never going to speak to me again!"she exclaimed. "What I did to you a few weeks ago was unforgivable. I wanted to come and apologise but I didn't know where you were" she said with false remorse.

"I wasn't that hard to find Karla. You knew I would be working in the crime lab. You could have called me there or at least left a message" Jenna said carefully not wanting to annoy her before she could break through the barrier she seemed to have up. Jenna continued to walk around the garden. Karla continued to follow.

"I know and I'm a terrible coward" she said coyly. "I just didn't know what to say Jenna. I don't know what got into me that day. I certainly know the amount of trouble I caused you and I am so sorry" her remorse sounded so false to Jenna. " It did bring a rather awkward living arrangement to an end though didn't it" she laughed smugly.

"I did tell you I would move out after I came out of hospital Karla" Jenna reminded her. Karla put her hand on Jenna's shoulder. It felt like a huge heavy blanket had been lifted to uncover the real Karla. All the hatred and the wickedness was revealed in that one touch. Jenna was so pleased that she had learned to school herself to minimise her reactions to such evil. She appeared calm and approachable to Karla while she was living in her hell. Jenna didn't know how she stayed outwardly calm when all she felt was horror and disgust. That she ever had anything to do with such a vile person.

"I know, but I didn't think the situation would become so unbearable that I would end up picking a fight with you" She lied so easily.

Jenna moved away from her touch and turned back to view the flowers. The evil had showed itself to Jenna in those few moments and it was all she needed to bring Karla to justice. Though she was being used as a pawn to the resident evil within her Jenna knew that she didn't take her oath to protect and serve her country very seriously. Jenna's vision was starting blur, letting her know that the darkness possessing Karla had become aware of her scrutiny and was fighting to stay in control. Feeling as if a pair of invisible hands had clawed at her throat Jenna began struggling for breath.

Her body became hot and clammy as she struggled with the hidden enemy.

"Jenna, are you OK" she heard Karla ask. Jenna nodded and moved further away from her and back into the hotel.

"Just stay away from me Karla" Jenna warned as Karla followed. Turning swiftly through the doorway from the garden she hurried out into the foyer and out on to the street. Jenna walked hurriedly as if the devil himself were after her and if what she saw in Karla's soul, the very devil would just about sum it up.

A few blocks away Jenna leaned against a wall, nausea rolled in her stomach. Her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth as she tried to swallow. She looked left and right to see if Karla had followed her. Thankful to see very few people about let alone Karla. Jenna shivered violently. The evil controlling Karla was more than Jenna had ever had to deal with in the past. She needed help, but had no-one to turn too that she trusted enough with her secret. Gathering her wits about her she began to walk aimlessly. Searching in her soul for a solution until she realise where she found herself. Right outside Miami-Dade Crime Lab.

Horatio Caine was just getting into his hummer after working late when he saw Jenna hesitating on the threshold of the crime lab doors. She turned in his direction but hadn't seemed to spot him as she scanned the area nervously before entering. Horatio was intrigued, closing the hummer door he walked back to the crime lab entrance in time to see Jenna slide limply down the wall in the foyer landing heavily on the floor.

Hurrying forward Horatio saw that she looked like pale and she was in shock.

"Ma'am" he spoke gently. "Has something happened?" he asked in concern. Jenna just stared at him as if she didn't know who he was. She put her hand out and grabbed a hold of his arm. Pulling herself up to stand weakly in front of him. Her face was deathly pale, she was breathing so fast Horatio thought she might pass out.

"Jenna, I want you to try and take deep breaths OK" he asked. Jenna nodded and took one deep breath. Encouraged by Horatio she took a couple more before her heart rate began to settle. Colour had begun to slowly return to her cheeks when Horatio suggested they go to his office and have some coffee. Jenna would have refused but Horatio gently took her arm and lead her into the lift. Once in his office he shut the door firmly. Horatio then asked Jenna why she had come back to the lab, he wasn't prepared for her answer but didn't show his surprise.

"I don't know, she confessed. "But I do know that I need your help" She saw his eyebrow raise in question. "First, I need your promise to keep what I tell you strictly to yourself" she begged softly.

"I can not give that promise Jenna, if, what your are about to tell me means I can not do my job" he offered as a compromise.

"I understand that Lieutenant" she said and stood up to leave. "You did say that your door was always open and I remembered that when I realised where I was. I'm sorry to have bothered you sir" she finished as she reached to open the door.

Horatio was at her side immediately, his hand over hers on the door handle. Jenna looked into his eyes. Compassion ran deep within those startling blue eyes and she knew why her spiritual guide had brought her to him. Taking her hand he lead her over to the couch that stood on the left of his office door. He sat next to her and waited. He leaned forward head dipped, faced turned towards her and spoke quietly and softly.

"Here's what I can offer you Jenna. A guarantee to support you in what ever evidence comes from what you want to disclose. Agreed? He asked.

His smile encouraged her to take his suggestion for what it was worth, a genuine offer of help in the only way that was open to him. His hands rested loosely between his knees as he waited for her answer. Never taking his eyes from her he watched, as the personal battle within her raged. Taking a deep breath she exhaled slowly and nodded. Here was a man not unlike Robert Duncan, and Jenna trusted Robert with her life.

"Do you believe in psychics Lieutenant? She asked pointedly.

"I don't disbelieve if that is any help ma'am" he answered with a smile. "We as scientists can not rule out the unexplained. We carry out all kinds of investigations and our police do use psychic profilers" Horatio answered honestly.

"Karla was in the hotel restaurant this evening. She was with a man I have only seen once but remembered. He was with Karla the day I arrived in Miami. They were arguing, I couldn't hear what they were saying because they were down on the beach" Jenna began chewing her lip again.

"Karla looked up and saw me standing on the porch. I waved but she totally ignored me. That was fine, but what was strange was that she all but dragged the man from the beach. She was so angry. I didn't feel anything strange because I was too tired, I have trained hard to block out my psychic abilities when I am around friends" she looked at him and smiled softly when she heard his sharp in take of breath. Horatio bent his head and asked.

"Is that the reason you left the UK ma'am? He said as he turned his face towards her.

"It wasn't the only reason sir" she blushed when his mouth creased into a thin smile. "The point is that Karla is into something really bad. At the restaurant she followed me into the garden, as I knew she would. She came over all apologetic about the way she behaved and tried to make light of it. Her excuse was that I was getting on her nerves" Jenna saw how perturbed Horatio was by that statement. He had stood up and walked to the window and was looking down into the street. His body turned slightly towards her she saw the twist of his mouth.

"Oh! she never said it quite like that, more like. " I know I am a terrible coward but it brought a rather awkward living arrangement to an end didn't it?. Jenna made quote marks in the air with her hands. "Then she laughed. That isn't what this is about." she continued "Karla touched me on the shoulder and I was drawn into the darkest place I have even been in my whole life" Jenna explained. "It lasted only seconds, not long enough for Karla to notice that my reaction to her touch was anything but disgust at the way she treated a guest." she finished. Hands either side of her head as it begun to ache some. That usually signified that her psychic episode had drained of her what energy she had gained from eating and resting after work. She watched the Lieutenant as he stood silently weighing up what she had told him.

"You don't believe me do you! Jenna said incredulously when she realised what his silence meant. Horatio turned and came back and sat next to her, taking her hands in his.

"Your hands are frozen" he exclaimed. Avoiding answering her. Running his hands up her arms he felt how cold they were too and realised she was shivering. The out side temperatures were about 27 Celsius so the air conditioning was on in his office. "Here, take my jacket, let me get you a hot drink before you freeze to death," Jenna gave him a weak smile as he took off his jacket and placed it around her shoulders. Jenna braced herself for what she knew would come with that gesture. The scent of him permeated the jacket and stirred longing within a soul so used to being alone. While Horatio was out of the room getting her a hot drink she basked in the memories the jacket had stirred. It acted like a psychoactive drug that tends to produce elation and euphoria.

When Horatio put the cup of hot chocolate in her cold hands she looked up with glassy eye's.

"You wore this jacket the first time you met Marisol" She stated to a shocked Horatio.

"How do you know that" he asked in amazement.

"I'm feeling some of what you felt that day. One of your happier moments in a long time I would think." Jenna revealed.

Horatio was intrigued and waited for what he knew would surely come from Jenna wearing his jacket. When he had placed the jacket around her shoulders he knew he was leaving himself wide open to her interpretations and wanted to know if her psychic abilities were real. The report he had received from a colleague indicated that Jenna had been accused of planting evidence in a case still going on and that she had claimed psychic intervention when the case came up for trial. Horatio didn't disbelieve but as a scientists he needed proof. Although one revelation of a past event was at best a guess on her part Horatio could not deny it.

"You were wearing that shirt when Marisol agreed to be your wife" Horatio was stunned. No-one could have known that. "Marisol told you that she had stopped her treatment so she could have a baby. You begged her not to and persuaded her continue with treatment."Jenna smiled sadly. "She really wanted a baby didn't she?" Horatio nodded. Some of the colour had left his face, Jenna put he cold hand on his cheek in comfort.

"You have longed for a child of your own since Ray junior was born. Madison went a long way to filling that emptiness but she wasn't yours." Moisture began to gather in his eyes and Jenna lent forward and kissed the corner of his mouth. "I would not know what I am about to tell you if I was the phoney people have believed me to be" she admitted starkly.

"Don't" Horatio begged. He had a feeling she was about to reveal the biggest secret he had ever kept, wasn't sure if he wanted her to utter the words that nearly destroyed him when Marisol died.

"I must. In order for you to believe me about Karla. In order that anything else that may become knowledgeable to me, in any future investigations, is counted." Jenna said firmly. Hating that she was making him live through a very painful time in his life.

"Marisol's doctor told you she was 8 weeks pregnant when she died." Jenna felt Horatio's heart bleed for the loss of the child that would never be born. He never told Eric or anyone and had asked the doctor never to mention it. He asked that the coroner's report not reveal Marisol's condition. He knew then that Jenna's abilities were genuine.

She hurt so much for him that she couldn't stay in the same room. She took off his jacket, placed it on the seat beside him. Horatio's head was bent in grief and his shoulder's shook with the pain and loss all over again. It was more than Jenna could handle, she touched his shoulder and said.

"I am so sorry Horatio" She knew he needed time alone to deal with the information she had given him. The heat outside went a long way to warming her again. She had called for a taxi as she waited for the lift to take her to the ground floor. It was waiting at the entrance when she got there.

Before climbing in she looked up at the third story window to see Horatio standing at there. He raised a hand in acknowledgement. Jenna smiled and got into the taxi, giving him direction they left without a backward glance.

Jenna knew then that her battle against the dark forces in Karla, was about to get reinforcements.

She would have to tell Horatio what she saw when she had inadvertently looked into Karla soul. How they would deal with it was another story but deal with it she would. No matter what the dangers to herself, Jenna knew that she would have to confront her fears and take on the dark side of the paranormal. She just hoped good would win, for if not, prevail would prevail and she couldn't allow that to happen. Not while she had breath in her body.

The following day was almost over before the Lieutenant appeared in the lab wearing his cold hard reserve like a beacon. Jenna smiled wryly, she knew when she opened still healing wounds that he would treat her with diffidence. Knew also that he wouldn't allow such closeness again for fear of her seeing deeper into his soul. Only a glimpse would send ordinary women running. Jenna had seen all last night, and if he had still needed convincing she would reveal what she knew would undoubtedly give credence to her claims.

"Miss Marshall, a word please" was the only words he spoke as there was others in the room. Calleigh and Natalia both looked at each other and then at Horatio. He gave one of the looks he usually reserved for criminals, making Calleigh and Natalia turn back to what they were doing. Jenna followed Horatio to his office where Frank Tripp sat waiting. Jenna looked from him to Horatio in askance.

"Take a seat Jenna" Horatio invited. Jenna shook her head.

"I'd rather stand thank you" she refuse politely. She didn't want to be sitting next to Frank Tripp. A complete and utter non-believer. Jenna felt his criticism and scrutiny the minute she walked in the room.

"Lieutenant, I had enough of the questions at home and I am not about to let you subject me to more criticism and ridicule. Detective Tripp is biased at best and not one I can put my trust in. You, however, trust him impeccably. As your friend I can understand that trust. His scepticism isn't what bothers me so much as his reluctance to even try to understand.

"Hey little lady, I'm right here" Frank spoke up in his deep Texan drawl.

"I'm well aware of that" Jenna replied stiffly "Did that make you feel insignificant detective. Before you have had a chance to defend your beliefs or disbeliefs ? She questioned him walking round the room. Agitated and highly annoyed Jenna couldn't stand still.

"You want a demonstration" She asked Frank Tripp, glaring at him. "Something only you know about" she sighed when he nodded. "Do you want simple or in-depth. Or should I get my crystal ball and give you the full works? She asked sarcastically. Her eyes spitting daggers.

"Ma'am" Horatio said simply. Jenna stopped her tirade, his look of disappointment was enough to cause Jenna to blush, for she knew that Horatio would not have called Frank in if, he didn't think that a sceptic could help in their investigation into Karla's activities. He did say that he couldn't do his job properly if he had to keep secrets.

Jenna didn't apologise, merely shrugged and sat down on the sofa she had occupied the night before.

"OK. Lets see what is in your past that will convince you of my genuine gift. Some easy stuff first. Give me a personal item." she asked with an outstretched hand. Frank looked at Horatio and complied when he nodded. He placed his wallet in Jenna's hand. As his fingers brushed hers she saw him in a car wreck.

"That knee still gives you trouble" she pointed to his left knee. "Your life long ambition as a fireman was crushed after that accident detective" Jenna informed him matter of factly.

Frank just stared at her with cold scepticism. Anyone could know that information he said. Jenna just raised any eyebrow.

"Oh, I know that detective" she carried on with her reading. "The books you took to reading while you were laid up in bed gave you a new perspective on life, in fact you changed your career options because of them." she added for good measure. She watched as he tugged nervously at his shirt collar as she continued.

"You took on many of Phillip Marlowe's traits and none did you good" she added with a smile. Horatio smiled too.

"You saw all that from my wallet?" he asked in utter surprise.

"No. I saw all that when your fingers touched mine as you handed me your wallet" she added "The girl with the little black book was going to shred the page your name was on Frank" Jenna said quietly.

Frank looked really uncomfortable now, colour drain from his face and he gave Horatio a nervous look.

"Lieutenant Caine would not betray your trust detective and neither would Eric." she advised. "My lips are sealed too. What goes on in your life is of no interest to me but you did ask" she gave her "I told you so" look.

"Frank" Horatio spoke for the first time in 20 minutes. He listened while Jenna gave Frank information about his childhood then, went on to the more in-depth stuff. "If that hasn't convinced you nothing will." he dipped his head face turned towards Frank and smiled that thin smile he always seemed to use when he was satisfied with an interrogation.

"They were just parlour tricks Horatio" Frank spluttered. "Nothing more than guess work. " he stated hotly.

"OK detective. You want undeniable proof." she said angrily as she stood up, walked over to him and whispered in his ear. An audible gasp escaped him and he steeped back in shock. Jenna hated doing what she did but Horatio needed him on side and in many respects so did she.

Detective Tripp walked out of Horatio's office in utter shock. His eye's wide with what looked like awe. Horatio stood watching Jenna as she sagged limply on the sofa. That had taken a lot of energy. He followed Frank to the lift and asked if he was ok. Frank nodded and entered the lift when it arrived. Before the door closed he reached out and stopped them.

"Horatio, I'm sorry I ever doubted Jenna. Only two people know what she told me. That was proof enough" he paused. "The other person is dead" he finished letting the lift doors close.

Jenna was gone when Horatio got back to his office. He wouldn't go after her because he had a feeling she wouldn't welcome him, besides he knew she would need food and rest. He guessed that she had gone back to her hotel room. Jenna had in fact gone to look the house she had seen advertised to let. She had phoned the number the night before and spoke to an English couple wanting to let their house while the spent a year in England. They wanted a house sitter/tenant on a short term lease and Jenna loved the idea that it was close to the beach where she first stayed.

She had enough money for the thousand dollar breakage bond and could move in as soon as the owners gave the go ahead. The couple were middle aged and had a teenage daughter wanting to go to university in the UK. Being their only child the parents hadn't wanted her to live in the UK alone so had decide to rent a flat in central London, for the first year to be near her and see how it went. Jenna was more than happy to house sit, her references were impeccable. She went back to the hotel with a six month lease, renewable for a further six if she wished. She would move in by the end of the week which was three days away. Space to mediate and prepare herself for the coming psychic battle, she thought as she drifted into a relaxed and happy slumber.

To be continued:

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