<div style="text-align: justify;">Megan was really hoping Austin would say he had moved the planchette. When he said he didn't, and, worse, swore that he hadn't, Megan believed him, then. She knew Austin was a jester, but she also knew that he never meant any harm, and that he would admit he had been moving the planchette should he see that she was distressed.<br/><br/>"Jon?", Megan asked, taking a look at her ex-boyfriend. She suspected that he wouldn't do that to her, though.<br/><br/>Jonathan shook his head on a negative. "I'm not doing it, Meg", he replied, his expression serious.<br/><br/>Megan whimpered softly, disappointed. Despite having hoped that Jonathan was trying to mess with her, but she believed him. "All right, I'm sorry", the girl murmured, her voice tense.<br/><br/>Falling silent again, her eyes locked on the planchette, Megan just kept watching as Austin asked the spirit's name.<br/><br/>The planchette started moving slowly, pointing out letters.<br/><br/>M. E. G. A. N.<br/><br/>Megan turned whiter than a sheet of paper, her eyes watering up. Only her closest friends knew that she had been named after her deceased mother. The girl shook her head on a negative. "Stop that, Austin, Jon. Now", she pleaded, her voice shaking. "I don't want to do this".</div>