At lunch time, Miguel took us to small run down looking little eatery that didn’t look very appealing. He told us to trust him as he practically d*...g us inside. We were surprised at how clean the place was as Miguel seated us a table and then disappeared around the counter. A few moments later, an older and very attractive looking woman followed Miguel to our table where he introduced us to his mother. We told her how much we’ve enjoyed our tour with her son and she seemed to enjoy hearing. “That’s my mom. She’s going to see your car. Where did you park?” “I’m down the road,” I mumbled, still being half asleep. “Don’t worry. It’s cool.” “She comes down here all the time,” Sofia whispered while pushing me out of her slanted bed. “She don’t sleep very good and she usually wakes me up to talk.” Energy surged through my body at the thought of Sofia’s mother catching me inside her daughter’s bedroom in the wee hours of the morning. I bailed out. I could still taste his lips and feel them suck on mine gently, and how his tongue engaged in a naughty play with my own. If it were only a second longer, he could’ve torn open my blouse… Ugh. Damnit. Why couldn’t I just stop?! I almost ripped my nightclothes off as I stepped into the shower. Letting the cold-water wake up my nerves and senses, I tried as hard not to think about Bryce again. ‘Wake up girl, NOT happening.’ ~*~*~ Legs spread in a fetal position, one hand in firm grip of a rock, I. You saw Stephanie in the flesh, so to speak. From what I gleaned from Mrs. Radson and some journal entries, that was the result of Presence, which normally comes from leftover energy of the deceased." There must be some other explanation for it. What concerns me more is how often this has happened before in Haven. Remember Richie's vision with Mrs. Sovert at the church? It makes more sense now if this is something that happens every year. It was very clear that Mrs. Sovert knew something about.