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leave this reality and go to visit Sean. She took a deep breath and began to tell him all about the lake, the trees, the mountains, the streams, the flowers, birds and butterflies, then, last of all, she told him about Sean.
    She felt bad about telling Owen she visited Sean in her dreams, but didn’t know why she felt bad. She didn’t tell him of the hours they spent together, holding each other, looking at the stars or the sunsets. She didn’t tell him the dreams were less frequent now, she didn’t tell him that even when she felt Sean calling her she didn’t want to leave reality to be with him.
    Owen wanted to know about his brother, he asked her what Sean’s believes were, his thoughts about life, what his thoughts were about the place he lived in, what his abilities were, could he read minds? She told him about the way Sean’s hair moved when the wind blew and the way he held his chin while he listened to her speak.
    “A bit like you are doing now,” she added, and then blushed for no reason.
    There was a forced silence, they both felt embarrassed even though there was no reason at all why they should.
    “It’s your turn,” she said.
    What he then told her she wouldn’t have believed, except she could tell if he had tried to lie, but that didn’t mean he told her the whole truth either.
    “So you mean we live in a kind of quantum world, filled with all these other dimensions where other beings live, and that when I saw the old butler it was one of those being crossing over to our side?” She asked when he finished.
    “Yes?”
    “Well, actually I did a paper on quantum physics on my last year at school and my conclusion was that there very well could be parallel worlds as well as multiple possible outcomes, but of course if you mixed them both then you would have just about anything you could think of, which would of course make a theory, like magic, quite possible, but too slow to be a viable option for everyday use. Unless you could have access to some sort of accelerator, something which would make chaos theory work backwards even, so by the time you thought ‘I want such and such in my hand’, like say, a million pounds, then sometime in the past you would have placed the order for that happening now, like the butterfly wing and the storm thing.”
    They both looked at their hands.
    “It’s a good theory,” Owen said.
    She could tell he was impressed. H e probably wasn’t used to girls being clever, what with his mother dying at childbirth and not having any sisters.
    “So you are not a drug addict, devil worshiper or anything like that then? Just some sort of witch?”
    “Well, not a witch exactly, a mage, an elder, a long time ago there were only what you might call mages, then a group of them found another source of magic, based on thought more than herbs and chants, and decided to start a new order. When a person who is… psychic, comes to their powers they are often attracted to the type of magic that suits them best, Witches or Elders. Witches are what the ones following the Old Ways call themselves.”
    “But you are talking about witches, psychics, mages and elders like they are all the same, I know for a fact that psychics are not all witches, there was one in Dublin my friends and I went to see, she did the Tarot. She had more saints on her walls than the local church, there was nothing witchy about her, and I am absolutely sure that she could do no magic whatsoever. Although she did guess lots of stuff with the cards. And I’ve never heard of Elders.”
    She watched Owen becoming uncom fortable. H e probably didn’t expect her to know so much about the matter. She didn’t really know anything much at all, but with all the happenings in the house she had begun buying “Strange Happenings” and reading books on the occult so k new the difference between psychics, witches and pagans, she even knew a little about Wicca.
    “That’s mortal magic.”
    “Mortal? You are not going