There is a little part of my mind that keeps whispering.<em>She inst letting go of your hand.  look down!  See she is holding it.  </em><br/><br/>Another part of the brain, some would say the wiser part tells the little part.<em>Hello, we have the ability to feel, of course we know she is still holding our hand.</em><br/><br/>Then the other part of the brain.. we all know this part because lets face it.. it is the LOUDEST.<em>Dude..  I wonder what she can do with that hand.<br/></em><br/><br/>Yet, with all that, the words that come out of my mouth must be controlled by the secret FBI/CIA/NSA/HOMELAND DEFENSE part of my brain.  Because it was still on take and making sense despite the barrage of internal musing.<br/><br/>"You chose right, you dont need to be a victim, with people in the flesh nor the arrogant sadistic, tormenting and rather annoying spirits.   I can teach and honestly, I think you will need to know especially since you have reawakened that side of you.  One whiff of that and you may get a conga line of Albert's just looking to bother you. "<br/><br/>I shudder at the though of it because.. I have been there, a few years back I was sent to investigate a wharf restaurant that used the wreckage of an old ship as its decorations.  Some dumb ass rich guy thought it was a brilliant idea.  Little did he know thousands of ghosts who died during a raging drunken party on the ship came with the decoration.  Needless to say..  that was the worst case EVER!<br/><br/>"Now I know..  I may not know you well, oh hell.. know you at all... but that changed in ways you will come to understand soon enough.  If you are willing I will show you.  Thankfully you have a gift but one that can be controlled..... unlike..   well.. we can work on it.  So what do you say?"<br/><br/>