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“You’re a lifesaver, Londyn,” I say. I don’t want to hear a snarky quip as an answer to that so I immediately hang up the phone and look around the darkened room, telling myself that I just need to go check on Alana.
And everything is probably fine.
Everything’s totally fine.
Dom
It’sbeenatleasta few minutes and nothing has happened.
Alana and I have mostly sat around each other in silence as she waits for me to manifest something. But I have nothing. I’ve obviously wished for us to be found, but we still haven’t been, and the light still hasn’t come on.
Alana chuckles under her breath.
“What?” I ask.
“Nothing,” she says. “I guess I just thought you’d be more prepared.”
“I guess I just didn’t think I would need spell supplies while being trapped in an elevator. I should’ve seen that one coming.”
She chuckles. My eyes have gotten used to the darkness a bit and I can now make out her face, though her features are still obscured. She’s not as nervous as she was before, but this is the worst part. The waiting. I can’t tell her how long we’re going to wait for someone to come rescue us or for the electricity to come back in, but time seems to stretch in this elevator.
“Can’t you, I don’t know, predict the future?”
I laugh. “Not at all. Sort of give you a general idea, but I can’t like, look at the palm of your hand and tell you how long you’re going to live for. That’s…most people can’t do that.”
“Most people? Does that mean some people can do that?” I can hear the smile in her voice.
“I know you’re probably mocking me, but I do think that there are people who know things beyond what they’re supposed to. Like they see into a fourth dimension that most people don’t have access to. I take it you’re a skeptic?”
“Sort of,” she replies. “I think most things have scientific explanations, and if they don’t, that’s only because we don’t understand the science yet.”
“So you believe that we don’t know everything related to science?”
“Of course we don’t. Science is always changing. We’re always discovering something…fuck, even the science we have now two hundred years ago would’ve seemed like science fiction. Some wild man’s imagination,” she says. “Maybe there is something that we can’t see or can’t perceive right now, but I think it’s probably a disservice to whatever the fuck it actually is to say it's ghosts or whatever.”
“If we don’t know what it is, shouldn’t we use shorthand?” I ask her. “Like if I look at your hand, and the lines on your hand, and perceive something that turns out to be true, wouldn’t that be okay?”
She shakes her head. “No, because you’re just going to use generic statements like ‘your life line is long’ or ‘your short life line means you’re going to have an early death.’ And how can you prove either of those things true? Maybe when I’m on my deathbed I’ll think about it, but I doubt it. I mean, no offense, Dom, you seem cool and everything. I just don’t think you’re going to be the last thing I’m thinking about when I go.”
I know what she means, and like I told her, I don’t read palms. But I’ve always liked a challenge and there’s nothing else for us to do here while we wait. I won’t actually be reading the palm of her hand,--I don’t know how to do that, really–and in any case, even if I did, I don’t know how much I believe in that.
But sometimes I can get a vibe, or a feeling, from someone I touch. And there’s a chance I get one with her.
“Okay. I mean, that’s fair,” I say. “Give me your hand.”
“Oh, you changed your mind?”
“I’m going to show you that it doesn’t just have to be confirmation bias.”
“Yes, show me your powers,” she replies. I can tell she’s still smiling. She gives me her hand and I take it in mine. Her skin is soft, her nails long. “What can you see?”
“Shh,” I reply. “Let me focus.”
She giggles, but she falls quiet after she does. I focus on the way her hand feels in mine, on her soft breathing. I try to zone in on what her body is trying to tell me.
She’s scared, sure, but there’s something else there. A big shift. A big transition coming. I don’t know what it is. “Something big is about to happen in your life.”
“The tour?” she asks. “I could’ve told you that, Nostradamus.”
