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“Ow! Trying to breathe?”
“You’re dead, remember?” Precipitation bopped him again. “You can’t actually breathe. You’re not even really feeling me hit you.”
“I’m not? Because it damn sure feels like it!”
“No. It’s your energy reacting to the presence of mine. What you’re feeling is a memory. You think you remember what it’s like to feel being smacked in the head, so you feel it, but you’re not really being hit!”
“Huh?”
“Good lord, sweetie. Look at yourself. You’re not actually wearing that dismal hoodie, all right? It’s all in your head.”
“Because… my head is made of energy?”
“Yes!” Precipitation beamed.
“And I can make myself feel things with my energy?”
“No.”
“What?”
“You onlythinkyou’re feeling things.”
“I’m so confused.”
“Stop trying to use your body to do things. Use your thoughts, all right? Use your thoughts to channel your energy where you want it to go. By focusing on your hands, for example, as they explored Grant’s curvy body, you were draining all of his energy to keep them tangible.”
“But that’s… where else was I supposed to put it?”
“Into thethoughtof touching him.”
“I’m about to collide my hand energy with your neck energy, Sip.”
“Okay!” Precipitation clapped. “Let’s try this another way, shall we? You were a sculptor, yes?”
“Yeah?” Huck pulled on his hood, sighing haggardly. “What about it?”
“You weren’t just poking at a slab of wood with tools when you were making something. You were no doubt summoning waves of creative energy and juices and things, right?”
“I guess so.”
“Go find something to carve. Go on. Find something to release your creative juices upon.”
“That sounds dirty.”
“Well, if you wish to do dirty things later, you will trust me and go do it.” Precipitation shooed Huck off the armchair. “Now go. I’ve got important matters to attend to.”
“Haunting Finn and Cary?”
“Maybe Bachata. He’s the only one with any damn sense around here.”
“Good luck with that.”
“I don’t need luck.” Precipitation winked. “Just time.”
Huck left Precipitation to return to his mischief, and he had to figure out where and how to carve something. He wandered around the hotel for a bit hoping to see Grant, but there was no sign of him. He also noticed that the young woman, Aurora, was gone as well. Maybe they’d gone out to eat or whatever else it was living people did.
He headed up to the Captain’s Quarters to think over what Precipitation had told him, and he found himself staring down the boards over one of the windows.
