Lydell immediately flipped open her cell phone and dialed her boss's number.  "Sir, I think he did it again; this would be number seven.  We should figure out how to hire this guy on board if he's right.  He says he can hear the girl crying at the parsonage next to the church.  How sick could that minister be, I knew something didn't feel right when we visited there."<br/><br/>***** FIVE MINUTES BEFORE HAND *****<br/><br/><br/>"Shhh ... shhh ... he's in his trance now" Lydel stated flatly; as an integrator, it floored her that she had to stay behind the one way window.  Although she had been present in previous cases and knew Samuel quite well, she was not allowed in the room.  So, she had to carefully communicate any of her questions to his guardian, Lisa.  If Samuel was successful in this session, it would be the seventh successful trance in the past couple of years.  It was early August, though, and Lydell was warned this could be the final trance for the year.<br/><br/>"I'm worried about him; his mental condition seems to worsen every time he does this.  You know he originally wasn't going to come here today."  Lydell tipped her hat at her male doctor friend; but right now, Lydell didn't particularly care about Samuel's inner feelings.<br/><br/>**Inside**<br/><br/>In a transcendental state, the subject of much speculation suddenly shouted out loud, "Lisa!  Lisa, please hold my hand, I'm feeling lost in my thoughts."  This confusion of heart was quite mild to the storms that usually possessed him; with a single touch from Lisa, he suddenly went to work.  "Religion?  Why am I seeing churches ... steeples, a church.  I'm feeling loved for once, someone is paying attention to me.  It feels great; no, wait.  It doesn't feel great.  Not anymore; someone is hurting me.  Oh, my heart is breaking.  The person I trusted, the person I loved is now using me.  Why did I go with him that afternoon at the grocer's?  No wait ... I have to think of this girl's name.  Melissa ... yeah, that's who we're looking for, Melissa."<br/><br/>Then there was nothing; a deep concentration.  "Okay, I can see the church again; some sort of church of the good shepherd.  The house next to it, it belongs to the leader.  It's a dark place; he's not even paying attention to her anymore ... he's not paying attention to me anymore; not unless he wants something.  Lisa ... Lisa ... this is awful, Lisa.  He's getting tired of her ..."  The trance was starting to lose its effectiveness because the feelings were getting too jumbled.<br/><br/>It was for this reason Samuel was strapped in a bed; so far, a straight jacket was not needed as he posed a threat only to himself.<br/><br/>"Lisa!  He doesn't want her anymore; Lisa, it's like me.  They don't want me anymore, I'm just in the way now.  Help us; HELP US!"  The feelings overwhelmed his mind like a raging river that would soon flood out the bridge; the water's power jumbled everything together.  Samuel could no longer make sense of anything that was coming to his senses.  He tried to squirm his way out, jump out, even tear whatever was holding him down in the bed.  "No!  Too much; you bastards!  How could you expect me to do this every time? Why did I let you talk me into it?"  Suddenly, he shouted as loud as he could.  Had he been free of constraints, he would have harmed himself by now.  Each episode ended similarly; first a loud shouting at the top of his lungs, then his eyes would roll to the top of his eyelids momentarily.  Then, a complete let down.  Exhaustion would set in and he would collapse back inside of himself.<br/><br/>The door to the room opened and the doctor came in quickly with his clipboard.  Looking at Lisa, he said, "I said it before, and I'll say it again.  This is a blessed curse.  I hope we can wake him this time."