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him to face me. “You are totally screwing up your afterlife.”
    He raised his eyebrows. “What?”
    “You aren’t supposed to be here, you should be with Mary.” I licked my lips, gathering my thoughts. “Because if you’re still you , even though you’re dead, that has to mean Mary’s out there somewhere, waiting for you.”
    He looked forlorn. “ How could she love me after what happened?”
    Is that what held him back, kept him bound to the misery of his past for so long? I grimaced at the thought. “Because you were perfect together. She knew that. I expect her grudge would be with her father, not you and I don’t see him hanging around, beating himself up for eternity.”A bright light suddenly came to life above us. I pointed up. “I think that’s your bat signal.”
    He frowned, puzzled. “Bat signal?”
    “I mean, that’s your cue. You want to see Mary again, go into the light.” I made a shooing motion with my hands.
    “Are you sure?”
    “Sure that love can last forever? Yes. Although I can’t make any promises about what this light business entails.” I pointed up. “If that’s where she is though, she’s probably miserable without you.”
    He nodded. “Thank you , Cassandra. Are you married?”
    Taken aback by the question, I shook my head. “No. Why?”
    “Just curious .” He took my head between his hands and kissed my forehead. “I will take your advice, but will give you mine before I go. You deserve a great love. You should not be alone.”
    I laughed. “ Women don’t need daddy’s permission anymore, but dating still isn’t any easier. ”
    He leaned down until our foreheads touched. “Look for a man who wears his heart on his sleeve. He’s out there, looking for you , I promise .”
    I nodded. “Okay, sure.”
    “Good bye, Cassandra . I’m sorry if I hurt you. ”
    I raised my hand in a wave. “Good bye, Andrew.”
    And then he was gone. My eyes opened and I found myself in the prison cell again. I tried to sit up, but a wave of weakness pressed me back down to the floor . I knew I should get up and leave, but I was bone tired and a deep sleep claimed me.
    I woke to a bright light flashing in my eyes. Covering my face with my hands I said, “Go away.”
    “She’s awake,” said a voice I didn’t recognize, although I could hear the relief it contained.
    “Bring in the stretcher.”
    Strong hands lifted me and placed me on a soft bed.
    I peeked out from between my fingers. “What’s going on?”
    “Oh, Cassandra, thank God you’re all right.” Kelly ran to my side. Not far behind was a cameraman. “What happened to your head? ” She touched my forehead and I winced.
    A medic put a stethoscope to my chest while another medic wrapped a blood pressure cuff around my arm. I tried to sit up, but the medic with the stethoscope pushed me back down. “Stay still, m a ’am.”
    I looked up at him and my heart stuttered. “You look just like him.”
    “Like who , m a ’am?” He gave me an encouraging smile.
    “Andrew Smith circa eighteen hundred something .”
    Confusion replaced his smile . “That’s my great great uncle. How did you know?”
    I focused on Kelly and reached out, pulling her close. “I think I was possessed.”
    She peeled my fingers off her shirt and squeezed my hand, trying to be reassuring . “Shh, don’t jump to conclusions. It looks like you had a nasty fall.”
    “You know, he was a prisoner here,” said the medic.
    I nodded. “I know.” Oh believe me, did I know.
    “My mom still has his diaries somewhere. She’s our family historian. ” He took off the stethoscope. “Your heart beat sounds a little irregular. I’m going to start an EKG .”
    The other medic said, “Her pressure is low.”
    “Probably dehydration. Start a drip, will you?” The medic quickly put small white patches all over my chest and hooked them up to wires which began to record my heart beat. As he worked, I noticed a tattoo circling his bicep.
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