Bart's POV:
This night was particularly dark; tonight was the new moon.
Of course, Kitty's aura lit the whole room. Since she had opened the Gate and journeyed to the Other Place, her aura was wise and blinding.
Kitty snored softly.
I glanced her way. She seemed so small, so fragile. Of course, if she knew that I was thinking that, she would undoubtedly find some highly unpleasant way to kill me.
I laughed silently.
Out of the corner of my vision, I caught the slightest of movements. I turned, a Detonation at the ready.
And saw, on the the seventh plane, Nathaniel.
If I had a heart, it would have stopped beating by now.
On the first five planes, there was nothing to see.
On the sixth, a wisp of smoke.
On the seventh, a boy I well knew to be particles floating in the London smog.
I sighed a sigh that I felt deep in my essence.
Some people can see ghosts, because they can see more than their particular share of planes. Kitty had resistance, but she wasn't a seer.
And there was nothing I could do.
Okay, I know this is really short. Like I said, I update faster this way.
Thanks to BleedingOpal for placing my story on alert!
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Valkerie