A wave of relief tinged with disappointment washed over Samantha as she felt Christian return to normal releasing her from his grasp.  She allowed her body to slide down his as he put her gently on the ground, maintaining contact for as long as she could before reluctantly pulling herself away from him.  What was she thinking?  She was supposed to be getting married in just three months, and Martin hadn’t even crossed her mind since she saw Christian when she arrived at the scene this morning.  He was overseas on business, and there had been a lot going on, but she knew that there was more to it than that.  She stood there with Christian’s arm around her shoulder and wondered if she would ever be free of the power that he had over her.  He had moved on quickly enough and had been married for quite some time.  She was trying to follow suite, but her dreams were filled with memories of him.<br/><br/>She forced the memories from her mind and tried to focus on what he was telling her.  She looked up into his tired eyes with concern.<em>“Wait, it spoke to you too?  What did it sound like?  Was it a little girl?  You have to tell me the truth Chris, has this ever happened to you before?” </em>There were times when Christian had been deeply affected by some of the entities that she had communicated with, but this was the first she had ever heard of anything being able to make contact with him, and the thought scared the crap out of her.  She moved closer to Christian without even thinking and gazed into the ruins of the house before her.  She was oblivious to the crowd around her.<br/><br/>Three large black vans had rolled up, two were blocking each end of the street and a small army of amazingly nondescript men were pouring out of the vehicles and efficiently escorting people away from the scene.  The helicopter had disappeared from the sky overhead and equipment was being quickly packed back into the news vans.<br/>