Allison twisted and spun; I coughed and choked, tossed like a raft caught in raging water, our bodies pushed upward through the violent river. Allison turned purple, gasping for air as if she was dying. I embraced her and drew on the Resurrectionist power that was always in me. My love for her created a protective bubble around our bodies. The raging Styx roared over us, inside the bubble was calm.
“What are you doing?” I asked Allison who placed her index finger on my forehead.
“I saw a vision of Justin. I'm using the law of attraction to pull us closer. The river will guide us.” The rapids calmed, spitting us out on the rocky banks, free of depths and their dark embrace. Allison smiled a wave of relief, feeling jubilation.
“What's wrong?” Allison sensed my gloom, knowing I didn't
