Before Dunne could say a word, the image of his childhood face exploded in a shower of glittering sparks. The sparks whirled around him in a cyclone...a storm so real he heard it roar and felt it lift him from the chair.
Then, the cyclone dissolved, releasing him...and became a curtain of rippling light, an Aurora Borealis of glowing rainbow colors. Shadows appeared on the aurora, the silhouettes of a man and woman in a passionate embrace.
Suddenly, bolts of lightning cascaded from every direction, crashing into the silhouettes with shattering force. The aurora vanished in a blast of blinding light and heat so real Dunne felt it scorch his flesh.
A cloud of smoke billowed out of the heart of the blast and enveloped the room. It wasn't a digitized image; the smoke smelled and tasted
