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Moira, perhaps a cup of sweet tea might help?"
    Moira scuffled out of the room into the hallway, almost falling over the boxes that still hadn't been unpacked from the move and into their new kitchen which was twice the size of their old one.
    "Tea... tea, where did I put the tea?" she yelled to no-one in particular.
    "Moira, why don't you go and sit down with your daughter and I'll make the tea. It's all right, I'll find it," said Monty, carefully turning her around so she faced the kitchen doorway, gently pushing her out of the room.
    Absent mindedly, she wandered back into the living room and sat down, watching as Millicent tried to make her daughter focus on the pain.
    Colour returned to December's face and her grimace turned to a smile.
    "I can hear you. Can you hear me? Where are you? But more importantly... Who are you? she asked as the others waited with baited breath to finally discover the identity of The Lost Soul.
     
     

CHAPTER THIRTEEN
    Jack laid down beneath the soft blanket smiling. He couldn't quite believe it. He'd finally managed to get through to the girl, which had enabled him to recall another missing memory. The memory of when his daughter had been trapped within a falling cave. He had somehow managed to speak to her, keeping her awake until help had arrived.
    "Your name is Jack?" the girl had said almost hyperventilating. "Jack.... Tulugaq?" she'd asked.
    Nodding to himself, Jack responded as Zalea looked on in fascination.
    "Yes, that's me. When we communicated before I never got the chance to explain who I was. How did you know?"
    "I'm... I'm with your daughter," she'd squealed into his head. He could almost feel the excitement that grew within her.
    "Lilly? Is she okay? Tell her I'm sorry. I miss her. I'm trying to get home to her..." he'd mumbled trying to get all the words out at once.
    At the mention of his daughter, Zalea had sat up with a grin, wishing she was able to hear both sides of this bizarre conversation.
    After a few more minutes of speaking to the young girl whose name was December, Jack's head began to throb. As the pain became too much to bear, he'd had to stop the communication. Both had agreed to try again in a few hours time, after they'd rested.
    As he held his head in his hands, Jack couldn't stop smiling. He was elated.
    "Tell me, Jack. Tell me everything," Zalea said, watching him rub his eyes.
    "The girl, December, she's my daughter's best friend. She has special abilities, actually she said she's a witch. A good one, mind you. She recently had visions of me in the caves so they somehow tried to get through to me and it worked, Zalea, it worked. My daughter, Lilly, she's fine. She's more than fine, actually. She's great. She's in Canada with my family. I can't believe it, I can't quite believe it. After everything that's happened, she's managed to escape that evil woman and is back with my family. My family. My father..."
    "Slow down, Jack," laughed Zalea.
    "I'm just so excited."
    "I know, I know. But you need to rest so you can try and speak to her again, and you need to gather your strength ready for the rest of our journey."
    Jack nodded, looking out at the darkening orange sky. He felt different than he had that morning. Something else filled his body. It was hope.
     
    As the sky lightened to a yellowy orange colour, Jack sat waiting for Zalea to stir from her sleep. He had managed a few hours but the excitement of speaking to December had been too much to bear. The thought of getting back to his daughter had filled his mind and prevented him from relaxing sufficiently for sleep. But he didn't feel tired. He was just eager to get back in touch with her and eager to continue on the journey to find Tiffanimelicomelea and his way home.
    The thoughts in his head were soon busy focussing on the shooting pain than ran from the base of his skull to his forehead. He could feel December trying to get through to him. He did as she had suggested and focussed entirely on the pain,