Aligail is a receptive girl of both the ‘natural’ and ‘supernatural’. She’s his special vessel and the one he cherishes. Michael inhabited ...er thoughts. The phenomenon can’t be explained. Not yet, at least. Two years ago, when sweet Aligail was sixteen, he had come upon her uniquely susceptible mind. Her brainwaves were perfect for his own and he was sure not to let the opportunity pass by. Unfortunately for Michael, he does not possess a body in Aligail’s realm. He lives elsewhere but, for. OK?” she told him stooping to inspect his tailored, sharply creased, knee length, light khaki dress short.“Fine thank you Ruthie. Don’t worry about me, but you did shock me when you said you know and you can.”“Want to see?”“Er ... of course ... but where’s Lucie?”“Out for the day. Mebin, her hubby’s company is holding an event, sort of family picnic thing and when it’s over he’s coming back here ... but that will be late evening. I’ve delayed my trip back to the smoke, knowing you were. . and that whatever it was it was real important. I looked around the kitchen looking for whatever it was, but all I could see was Izzy standing at the stove.That's when I noticed it. Her stance. Her whole body was ridged, almost as if she expected to be hit between the shoulders any second.I looked at my sister for a moment, thought for an instant then linked with her.Izzy was scared. She was scared of me. It wasn't fear, exactly. Not physical fear, this was emotional. She was terrified and. Ever so slightly, he nodded. Getting to his feet, he breathed calmly and steadily, letting the quiet solitude of the room comfort him. Turning around, he walked to the door, casting one last look at the altar before leaving the room, the door sliding closed behind him. Better go ready the guns he thought to himself as he rounded a corner, heading to the armory. The armory was sparsely equipped. They haven't had the luxury of a resupply for several months now. He punched in his command-code to.