Page 21 - The Case of the Wandering Husband FLIPBOOK

Act 111

POP!

Once more Fannie heard the loud pop as her mind left her body. Once more it felt
like she was being stretched beyond her limits then let go. Her astral shape formed as
her mind began to wonder where Drake Lord had wandered off to.
Fear gripped Fannie. Then terror. Her astral self was being pulled by some unknown
force. She tried to focus her concentration. Tried to throw off whatever it was that had
gripped her astral and pulled it in a direction Fannie had no intention of going.
Only she did go. A small piece at a time. Her astral form was sucked into a tiny hole
no bigger than a pencil point and yet was infinite to Fannie. The time it took to travel
from her room into the pencil point seemed an eternity, and yet; it couldn’t have been
longer than a single heartbeat.

Time was acting funny too. So was everything else. Colors became crystal clear and
so sharp it hurt the eyes only to turn to shades of grey. If she didn’t know better,
Fannie would swear a great weight was pushing against her chest. Made it hard to
breathe, but she knew better. She was an astral. She didn’t breathe. Nor did weight
have anything to do with her as an astral and yet, she felt heavy. So heavy she couldn’t
move her arm. In fact, Fannie felt squashed now. Drawn into a pinpoint and then
crammed into the impossibly tiny object.
Just when Fannie thought she couldn’t stand it any longer, her astral body began to
stretch out again. Once more it seemed an eternity for her body to go from a squashed
ball to a ribbon traveling somewhere Fannie knew without a doubt she didn’t want to
be.
In time, eons to Fannie, she coalesced on a strip of land next to an ocean. At least, it
felt like an ocean. Fannie could even feel a breeze on her cheek.
Her heart stopped. So did her breathing. Terror inched its way up her spine and
made the hairs on the back of her neck rise. She felt a breeze on her cheek which was
impossible. She was an astral. She felt nothing physical as an astral. Only in her
imagination would a feeling appear. But she knew it was simply her mind creating the
feeling from a memory. Astrals felt nothing physical and yet, Fannie felt a breeze.
Smelled the salt of the ocean and heard the waves crash.

Fannie was whole. How in the hell did she get to wherever this was as a whole
person?
“Because I brought you here,” a familiar voice echoed in the wind behind Fannie.
Fannie jerked around. Damn near fell in the sand of the beach. Stood amazed as
Brother Tomas smiled at her.