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Dominic. The Eighth Sphere lies in the realm of a quasi-dimensional universe. It’s a shadow sphere, a paraphysical world sub-lineal to the Seventh Sphere, which is Earth.”
    “Paraphysical?” Again, Carlos.
    “ It means beyond predictable physics.”
    “ And that means….”
    “Will you shut up?” Tony barked. “Let her finish. You can ask questions later.”
    “I was just askin`.”
    “The Eighth Sphere, as I said, is a shadow sphere. It serves as a filter of sorts, purging deviate forms from our existence. Our own moon, by design or coincidence, acts as a counterweight, maintaining the balance between the two dimensions and keeping them separate in the matrix of time space continuum.”
    “Is this sphere on top of us or beside us?”
    “Neither,” Dominic answered. “It’s in another dimension. Now let her continue.”
    I watch ed Carlos’ face contort in contemplation, but he let it ride. I gave Dominic a nod, acknowledging his answer.
    “Even though the moon serves as a counterweight, it’s not a perfect balance. O n the cusp of a new or full moon, the dimensional divide between the two realms is at its weakest and most vulnerable, at which time it takes very little for someone to breach the divide and cross from one dimension over to the other. When that happens, it’s called trans-dimensional travel, or TDT. The conditions necessary to facilitate TDT often occur naturally and without observable indications.”
    Carlos , “Unlike STDs, right?”
    I ignored him. “All around the world, at any given time, electromagnetic waves converge and intersect, creating harmonic distortions in the quantum particles governing free-radical energy scrolls, known as ringlets.
    “ These ringlets act as gate keys to the matrix barrier. More often than not, one achieves such travel accidentally after a plane or ship unwittingly slips into an electrostatic force field known as a barometric vortex. When that happens, we call it spontaneous trans-dimensional travel, or STDT. Such is the legacy of places like the Bermuda Triangle, Japan’s Dragon Triangle, the Devil’s Lair and Uzbekistan’s Door to Hell.”
    “ In English, Lilith.” Tony rolled his hand to indicate I should wrap it up. “What does it all mean in English?”
    “ What it means is that if we want to find Dr. Lowell’s portal, we need to identify the conversion zones marking its vector points.” I held up my EMF meter. “This will help us do that.”
    I switched the machine on, turned towards the woods and started walking. I took only a few steps with the others in tow before pulling up short.
    Tony looked at me. “Why are we stopping?”
    I turned back to face the research center. “The meter’s telling me to go that way.”
    “I don’t understand,” said Carlos. “We sent Doctor Lowell off in a big tornado back there in the woods.”
    I shook my head. “That’s not where the vector points are, least not anymore.”
    Tony, “You mean they moved?”
    Carlos, “They couldn’t move. Could they?”
    “They could , and they did.” I started towards the front steps. “Remember, these are waves we’re talking about, not fixed anchors. It’s entirely possible they could roam hundreds of feet, yards or even miles.”
    “What’s your best guess?” asked Tony.
    I started up the steps. “I don’t know. Let’s follow the meter and find out.”
    We entered the building, following the signal strength of the EMF meter up to the second floor and down to the large room at the end of the hall.
    “This is your old room,” Tony noted, “where Doctor Lieberman held the workshops.”
    “Yeah, no shit, Dick Tracy.” I stepped past the threshold and immediately fel t the residue energy from recent paranormal activities. “He was here.”
    “Doctor Lieberman?”
    “No. Dr. Lowell.”
    Ursula asked, “Who is Doctor Lieberman?”
    Tony answered, “He worked for Doctor Lowell. He was killed outside––”
    “He was killed,” I said,