There is a little part of my mind that keeps whispering. She inst letting go of your hand. look down! See she is holding it.
Another part of the brain, some would say the wiser part tells the little part. Hello, we have the ability to feel, of course we know she is still holding our hand.
Then the other part of the brain.. we all know this part because lets face it.. it is the LOUDEST. Dude.. I wonder what she can do with that hand.
Yet, with all that, the words that come out of my mouth must be controlled by the secret FBI/CIA/NSA/HOMELAND DEFENSE part of my brain. Because it was still on take and making sense despite the barrage of internal musing.
"You chose right, you dont need to be a victim, with people in the flesh nor the arrogant sadistic, tormenting and rather annoying spirits. I can teach and honestly, I think you will need to know especially since you have reawakened that side of you. One whiff of that and you may get a conga line of Albert's just looking to bother you. "
I shudder at the though of it because.. I have been there, a few years back I was sent to investigate a wharf restaurant that used the wreckage of an old ship as its decorations. Some dumb ass rich guy thought it was a brilliant idea. Little did he know thousands of ghosts who died during a raging drunken party on the ship came with the decoration. Needless to say.. that was the worst case EVER!
"Now I know.. I may not know you well, oh hell.. know you at all... but that changed in ways you will come to understand soon enough. If you are willing I will show you. Thankfully you have a gift but one that can be controlled..... unlike.. well.. we can work on it. So what do you say?"