" You must have the wrong house, miss. I don't have a sister," I replied,and tried to shut the door.She muttered something, and the door flung back op...n."My magic is never wrong," she said firmly."Well, it's wrong now. I don't have a sister."The red-head then stared at me for a bit."It's you? But how ..." she stammered, and then muttered something."Tell me the truth, did you have a moment of power recently? Are yougetting memories of other lives?" She demanded.I found myself helpless to hold. I punch the bag, I only fight when I have to fight," I said. "Then I don't follow any rules." Ah, I did a bit of street fighting as well," he said.He had no idea how I longed to punch his fucking light out, but I said, "Sorry against the rules." Always rules, someday maybe we won't be bothered by the rules," he said."Maybe," my translator said."Martin," I said into the cell phone. "I am giving you notice. I have sat here for two weeks now waiting for you to come back. You better be back by the. ”“I love you, too!”I released Kara from my arms and led her to the loveseat.“So my take is that the abbess understood Michelle’s struggles and provided her with the tools to address them. In the end, Michelle decided she’d gone to the monastery for all the wrong reasons. And I think the abbess might have known that, too.”“What is Michelle planning to do?”I spent twenty minutes telling her about the conversation I’d had with Michelle, and the brief interactions with the abbess. Kara listened. Once he had retrieved it, he was dragged over to the sink and told to drop the plug in the sink. The proximity of the toilet and sink led him to think of his own house and that may be a clue to his location. The shower running in the background seemed to be on his left which would be right if it was his bathroom.Just as he was trying to determine the layout, he felt the earplug being jammed into his ear bringing the silent solitude that he was growing to fear. As he was hoisted onto his wobbly.