This is the seventh section of my novel. If you haven’t read the first six, you might want to start here.
An hour or so later, Minus heard Jane stirring across the room. He switched some programs off, and walked over to the bed.
“How are you feeling?” Minus asked as Jane was rubbing her eyes.
“Like I haven’t slept in three years.”
“Well, that sounds about right. I’ve asked some friends who are understanding, to check into what happened to us at the bar.”
“Good.. That was… weird… It’s like I understand it, but at the same time, I don’t. I enjoyed our time there. But I am glad you finally saw through the glamor.”
“You knew it was a glamor?” asked Minus.
“Well, not until you broke it’s hold on me. Looking back it’s easy to see that the brown bags had magical implements in them to help hold the illusion.” Jane was more clear than she had ever been. This was an entirely new feeling to her.
“You understand much more than I realized. Can you affect glamor, or any other kind of magic?” Minus was perplexed and intrigued.
“Not much. Minor glamors to hide the way I look when I need to. The occasional premonition. Some times I’m lucky enough to hit the synchronicity stream, but that’s not often.”
“I missed the glamor. I should have seen through it sooner. But it was very powerful. Could you see the Mist outside when we left?”
“Yeah, there’s no way I could have missed it. It felt so wrong,” Jane looked very sad at this.
“My friends will be doing some research for us today. We’ve been advised to stay here. The mist is everywhere outside, I am told. But only those of us with a metaphysical awareness can see it. The rest of the world doesn’t know.
“There’s a phone and a computer over there in the corner, if there is anyone you need to contact. Let me know if the phone beeps though, I’m expecting a return call at some point. Do you know anyone who might be able to give us some insight into all of this?”
“Maybe. Let me go through some things and see what I can do,” Jane said as she walked towards the desk.
“There is a bottle of reality pills on the desk. Help yourself, but they can make you forgetful. They are the red liquigels. Help yourself to any food or drink we have down here. Please let me know if you find anything, or if a call comes in from a Doctor Mancini. Otherwise, I’m going to have a drink, and spend some time in meditation. I need to break into the Synchronicity Stream or the Alacrity Motion for this. I can’t get to the Akashic Library anymore. Mancini is working on that for us. We have to figure out why we were targeted and removed from time for so long.”
The Cost of Magic