‘ I smiled almost shyly up into your eyes. So we did… you helped me stretch the sheets and thin blanket, and then you turned out the small kerosen... lantern, leaving the rising full moon to brighten our skins and allowing us to see the love and longing shining in each other’s eyes. My hands were held up over my head in one of yours in an inexorable grip. I gasped at the easy, graceful strength in your arms and upper body. One hand lightly grazed my skin from neck to knee, lifting and caressing. Were they making out on the couch? Heather shook her head, chastising herself. She had sex on the brain today. Still, she was very quiet as she walked inside the house through the kitchen door. As she walked across the kitchen, Heather heard talking from the living room. It was Cindy's voice. "Again?" she was saying. "You haven't gone limp yet? What got you so turned on?"Heather couldn't believe what she was hearing. She tip toed down the hall to the door and peeked in the living room. There. Or he can tear apart things from within, create and destroy scapegoats to make the destroyers feel that much more superior. He can do these things; has done these things. And he plans to do more, to finally succeed where he had failed before."But in the end these are all just visions. And you reflect those visions back. Like a reflection within a reflection within a reflection ad infinitum, you get stuck in the illusion of it, in the depth that has no real depth. A vision coalesces, of the end,. She reminded him so much of his late love. Her eyes were a little brighter, her hair a little darker. They wouldn’t have been twins, but maybe perhaps sisters. But the more he watched her, the more different she was compared to his love. She was fiery, courageous, brave and headstrong. There was sadness in her too; she had suffered a great loss. And there was something else about her he couldn’t quite identify. She was… different than other humans. There was magic in her veins. She had power,.