“All right, in that case, what is your prize? When do you return home, and what provides the greater glory when you do? I’m assuming you return at...your host’s death, like the other creatures, so what do you consider the accomplishment of your mission?”She shrugged again, not used to conversing with humans. “We take the advances of our human as our honors, but we return once we’re no longer needed. That is, once they progress beyond our meager abilities to help or become too old to make a. My sister I know she is one tough lady for her to be pleading like her life depended upon her uncle going home is odd, I mean she went to jail and survived.“You have to send her to the church” her uncle said“What do you mean” I asked“She is possessed, Every night she gets bruises and screams.She used to have some of these back when she was 17 but this ... This is a whole another level ... she has to be sent to the church”“I will look into that but I will have to ask to leave I don’t think she. Her blouse was lavender, with frills at the bust line. My eyes were fixed on her lips when she looked at my picture, and verified that I was a match before handing my license back. ‘Mr. Driver, do you have another form of identification?’ ‘I don’t know,’ I said, searching my wallet. I heard Mr. Martin tell the group that I was representing my father, Raymond Driver, Elsie Peoples’ nephew. ‘He’s driven a long distance on very short notice,’ the attorney added, to explain the reason I was. The timber of the voice was deeper than Tammy’s and was definitely of female origin.It’s funny how you can tell so much from a voice. I gathered she was about my age which I derived from the force with which she spoke. One strange thing was that the voice did sound just a wee bit familiar.But, I was not finished talking to Tammy so I answered, very politely, “I’m sorry. I’m busy.”Well, things got interesting real fast. Simultaneous with hearing “No you’re not!” I felt a swish through my head..