"Jon," I said, barely a whisper. "You're going to have to take her hand when she gets close enough so I can close the spirit door."
"But... But how are we seeing her if she's in the hallway and we're in here?"
"It's a vision. Just take her hand."
In my periphery, he jerked his head in a nod.
Morrissey shifted and whimpered next to me. When I ripped my gaze away from Seph, I froze. The three of us sat in the middle of a large symbol that definitely hadn't been here before. It was a similar symbol that Vickie had drawn in her room with lemon juice. But this one was glowing orange and pulsing, and had a thin trail of blood snaking over it that came from my boot.
I wrenched my leg up, but I didn't feel any pain. No actual blood. Which meant that this was also a vision. Of when though? And
