Chapter 21
I thought of Tag, focusing my traveler instincts on him as much as I could. It wasn’t easy. Homing in on Ethan wasn’t something I ever did consciously, it just happened. From the first moment I’d traveled, his consciousness had pulled on me like a magnet. Apparently, so had mine, something that had infuriated him to no end when we’d first met.
When I traveled collecting souls, ferrying them towards the light, it was as if a higher consciousness was guiding me. Somehow, I journeyed from lost soul to soul, finding them, piecing them back together, and helping them find their way. Teaching them that the illusions that held them – whether it was heaven, hell, or a groundhog-day purgatorial loop – were nothing more than that, illusions. Dreams. Figments of their fears and imaginati
