Authors Note: Another long delay between updates, but here's two new chapters! I had hoped to get a few more chapters written before posting, but time flies by way too fast!

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Chapter 110: Uncomfortable Questions

As Zak, Nancy and I ate our appetizers, we enjoyed some small talk about everyday topics: the weather as of late, world events, that sort of thing. It wasn't until after we had finished our appetizers and the plates were taken away, that the conversation began going down an uncomfortable road.

"So, Alicia, Zak told me you used to work with video games?" Nancy asked, taking a sip of her drink.

I tried not to let my internal negativity take control of my thoughts.

Did she think working on video games was a belittling job? Does she think- NO! Stop!

"Yes I did," I replied, doing my best to sound confident of my past career – because I was. "I did motion capturing," I added.

Nancy looked confused, and it was then I realized she most likely had no idea what I was talking about.

"It's kind of similar to how they use those green screens for movies, mom," Zak added.

"Oh, really? I thought video games were all computerized and all that?" Nancy asked.

"They used to be, but for the more realistic games, they use motion capturing," I started. "For example, say they're doing a scene with two characters. The voice actors wear these black lycra bodysuits, and all over the suits, are these white markers – some people refer to them as ping pong balls. The markers are actually image sensors that triangulate the 3D position of the subject," I explained.

"Wow, that sounds..." Nancy trailed off, looking for the right word.

"Complicated?" I suggested, laughing slightly. "I know, I'm sorry. Maybe this will help," I said, taking out my cell phone. "I have a video that shows a scene from the game, and then the 'making of' footage is right after it. You'll see the actors playing out the same scene in the motion capture suits," I added, as I entered the passcode for my phone, and then opened up my photo gallery and scanned through the albums.

(Link on my profile for YouTube video)

"That would be wonderful to see, these suits sound rather interesting," Nancy replied.

"They're funny to look at, wait until you see them," Zak said, laughing, and causing me to laugh too.

Once I found the video, I handed my phone to Nancy and hit the play button for her. As she began watching the video, I felt like someone was staring at me. I turned to look at Zak, and he was watching me with a sly smile on his face.

"What?" I whispered, not wanting to interfere with Nancy's video watching experience.

Zak smiled before he leaned over close to me, his mouth near my ear as he spoke.

"You're so sexy when you're all professional talking about this stuff," Zak whispered.

I felt my face flush a bit as a I turned to whisper in his ear.

"Welcome to my world, whenever we're filming an episode," I whispered, wanting to get him back for making me blush.

I saw Zak's cheeks reddened a bit and he chuckled shyly.

"You're sexier," Zak whispered, smirking at me.

I couldn't help but laugh quietly as my cheeks reddened more.

"Shut up," I whispered, smacking his arm and he laughed.

Suddenly, Nancy was laughing.

"Oh my goodness, this is really what they do now a days?" Nancy asked, looking up at me.

I smiled and nodded.

"Yes," I answered. "Those white dots are the sensors, and they track their movements and create an approximation of the actors movements. Then, on a computer, they map the movement onto a virtual 'skeleton', and go from there," I said, hoping it was understandable.

Nancy looked absolutely fascinated as she looked at the video – which was still playing – for a brief time before looking up at Zak again.

"Have you seen this?" She asked, still amused by the process. It really is funny to watch actors doing motion capture work.

"Yeah I did," Zak said, taking a sip of his drink.

"Amazing," Nancy said, watching the rest of the video before handing my phone back to me.

I smiled as a I closed out the video and the photo gallery app and set my phone back on the table.

"So, how did you go from doing that kind of work, to investigating the paranormal?" Nancy asked. "Did you start having experiences?" She added.

Oh boy.

"Mom...that's kind of a sensitive topic for Ali," Zak said, trying to sway Nancy away from her new line of questioning, but I shook my head slightly.

"It's okay...I don't mind talking a bit about it," I said, not wanting to offend Nancy.

"I'm sorry dear, I didn't know. If you're not comfortable..." Nancy started, but I cut her off.

"No, it's okay," I said. "When I was 12-years-old, and my sister – Emily – was 10-years-old, we lost both of our parents in a car accident. They were hit by a drunk driver," I started, managing to keep my composure.

"Oh sweetie, I'm so sorry," Nancy said, looking genuinely sympathetic.

"Thank you," I said softly, always hating this part of the "I've lost someone" conversation. I know it was just as awkward for the person listening to the story. What do you say when someone says a loved one has died? "I'm sorry" never seems like enough, and almost seems silly. Responding with a "thank you" sounds even more silly, but again, how else do you respond?

"Zak never mentioned you had a younger sister, what does she do?" Nancy asked.

Sigh.

Before I began speaking, I felt Zak's hand rest against my back, and he began rubbing his hand up and down over my back, in a gentle and soothing way.

I was grateful for the comfort.

"Actually...two years after our parents died...my sister died in a drowning accident at a river near our house..." I said. "Shortly after that...I began having paranormal experiences, objects moving, strange sounds, and the like. And then I started actually seeing my sister...I see her quite often ever since," I explained, now concerned about Nancy's reaction.

What if she thinks I'm crazy?

Nancy took me by surprise when she reached across the table and gently rested one of her hands over one of mine, and gave it a gentle, but firm squeeze.

"Oh my word, I am so sorry...I had no idea you had suffered that much loss in such a short amount of time. Zak always wanted to let you be the one to tell me," Nancy said, her voice soft, and sounded slightly choked up despite the fact she barely knew me.

I smiled slightly at Zak to thank him for letting me be the one to share my story at a time when I was ready, and then looked back at Nancy.

"Thank you...I've been interested in the paranormal for years now, and I want to find out answers to my questions about it. I want to know more about..." I started, but suddenly trailed off.

I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Emily had appeared nearby, and she was watching me, which never bothered me, but this time, she looked sad. She actually looked like she had tears running down her cheeks...

Why is she so upset...?

"Doll? You okay?" Zak suddenly asked, his hand pausing it's movement over my back.

"Yeah...um...just memories coming back to me..." I lied, not sure how Nancy would react to me admitting that my dead sister was right next to us.

"I'm sorry dear, how about we change topics?" Nancy suggested.

"That would be nice...thank you," I said, trying not to stare at Emily, but suddenly, as if reading my thoughts, she suddenly faded away. "Actually, before our food comes, I need to visit the ladies room," I said. "Excuse me," I said softly, to both Zak and Nancy.

"No problem sweetie," Nancy said, as Zak got up from the booth to let me out.

I grabbed my purse as I slid out of the booth and stood up, about to head to the restrooms.

"Are you okay?" Zak asked quietly, looking concerned.

"I'll explain later," I responded quietly, before giving him a reassuring kiss on the cheek and then headed toward the restrooms before he could say anything else.