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Friday Night, 44 Blueberry Hill
Feb. 15th, 2008 10:49 pmPhoebe had slipped past everyone and made her way up to the attic, locking the door behind her.
Something Jack had said last week had gotten her to thinking.
People out of time.
After the attack on Wednesday, she had done some research about past lives and unfinished business. What if this wasn't a new attacker, but somebody she had wronged in her past?
That would be why she was locked in the attic with her notebook.
She sat in the middle of the floor and recited the spell.
Remove the chains of time and Space
and make my spirit soar
Let these mortal arms embrace
the life that haunts before
She had barely gotten out that last word when she fel over unconscious on the floor.
Something Jack had said last week had gotten her to thinking.
People out of time.
After the attack on Wednesday, she had done some research about past lives and unfinished business. What if this wasn't a new attacker, but somebody she had wronged in her past?
That would be why she was locked in the attic with her notebook.
She sat in the middle of the floor and recited the spell.
Remove the chains of time and Space
and make my spirit soar
Let these mortal arms embrace
the life that haunts before
She had barely gotten out that last word when she fel over unconscious on the floor.
