The days slipped by, seeming to move more quickly of their own accord, although I would have been more than happy to have them slow down, give me more time. I practiced my meditations at home, Connor at my side. He would hold my hand, and for some reason his touch would make it easier for me to use that strange power to lift myself out and away from my body.
I experienced the thrill of rising above myself, looking down at the dark pine trees from high above, seeing the smooth, narrow roads that twisted through the development, the sparkle of the manmade lakes at the country club. Each time it got a little easier, and I felt a little less drained as I returned to my body. Just three days before the solstice, we drove back out to the shabby little compound in Navajo territory, this time so
