“Let me show you.” He said as he reached his hand out for her to hold. Alarm bells rang in her ears telling her this was a bad idea. Though there was something about him, something she recognized. But how could she? He lived 144 years ago. For some reason, this ghostly being felt like home, he made sense to her. She knew she could trust him, she knew he would cause her no harm. Moira lifted a trembling hand toward him, and then dropped it, embarrassed to let him see she was afraid. Swallowing back the uncertainty, she stared into his patient eyes. There was so much depth to those blue eyes; surrounded by the kindness, she could see his pain, and his fear. What could he possibly be afraid of? Raising her chin in determination, she grasped his outstretched hand. Both of their eyes widened in shock as a current of electricity passed through their entwined fingers. “Did you do that?” Moira asked breathlessly. “I assure you, it was not me. I’ve not felt anything like that in a very long time.” He stared at her, like he was seeing her for the very first time; like he could see into the depths of her soul. “Is something wrong?” Moira asked meekly. There go those dang alarm bells again. He refocused on her and cleared his throat, “Sorry, I just….never mind. You ready? An unsure Moira nodded her head once in response. With the squeeze of her hand, Moira felt a searing heat form in her toes and quickly consume her whole body. The last thing she heard was her own screams as everything went black.