Until I did understand, I knew I couldn't do anything to save my friends. My nerves were on edge, the spirits had been urging me to travel to Romania and attempt a rescue from the very beginning. Epi and Conal were adamantly against any rescue attempt until we had all the information we could acquire. Epi insisted I just wasn't ready, maintaining it was imperative that every minute before I turned twenty-one be used to increase my skills. It was pissing me off, and it was definitely pissing Nick Lingard off. He rang every day, waiting for some news on what was happening, what we were doing. And every day I was fobbing him off. At least now, he knew the whole story, although I wasn't certain he'd believe it until he'd seen my abilities for himself.
Despite my terror about what was happenin
