“Claire, there’s something else I need to talk you about.”Hannah must have seen the panicked look in my eyes. After last night’s revelation ab...ut how Neil and she felt about each other, Hannah’s words gave me a terrible feeling in my gut.“Claire, relax, it’s nothing about Neil and me. Or at least, not like that, anyway. And what I’m about to tell you, I haven’t even told Neil yet.”She paused and waited for me to calm down a little, gesturing for us to sit together on the sofa.“Claire, would you. She felt his gaze on her from behind; heard the unspoken question.She hesitated a moment longer. Then, slowly, trembling in every limb, she straightened up. After another moment she raised her arms, placed her hands behind her head again…and waited.He made her wait a long time. So long, in fact, that she once again began to fear that he had walked away, leaving her like that as a punishment. But she didn’t dare turn to look. She waited, her breath ragged and her throat dry.She felt him. The Shaman closed her fingers around it, Kadal taking in a deep breath, feeling a strange sensation wash over her. It almost seemed to vibrate in her grasp, resonating with her being like a kind of strange music.“Do you feel it?” the Shaman whispered, Kadal glancing up at her.“Yes.”“Are you ready to wield nature itself as a shield?”She nodded, the Shaman smiling.Kadal stood in the center of the room as the Shaman walked around her, dipping her fingers into different clay pots, and painting. Then we’re back to her head and chest shot, as she talks direct to camera again, giving us a pocket history of her life – whilst we cut to various photographs and home movie/video clips.“I was born Carl Gilley ... I was an only child ... And I was always ‘a bit different’.”We see pictures of young Carl, still a toddler, dressing as a Disney Princess... “I loved dressing up as a girl ... I played with dollies ... I loved playing with mother’s make-up...”A picture of a young boy with lipstick,.