It turns out I have certain ways to "speak" with spirits. The concept is actually a little vague - I can find out information about them, learn things they know, and sometimes speak to them, but mostly, the speaking is the part I did the least, though I seemed to refer to it most often. M. and her boyfriend A. had asked me for help. They needed to find out about this girl who had died. My method consisted of grabbing onto this strange vase I had, which would help me focus. Then the information would simply come to me, in several ways. Of course, I had to know some things about the subject, such as name and, if possible, appearance. We were having some trouble with it, since we didn't have many good leads on her. We found out, somehow, that the name was wrong, which helped a little.

I tried many times, and sometimes we just wasted time talking and hanging around, but M. didn't seem bothered. She just smiled sheepishly and told me that it was OK. We were sharing a room, the two and me, which looked a lot like my room in the apartment I used to live in. At some point, I went downstairs, where there were dozens of people I know talking and partying, including B. Later, I go back up and we give another go. As I focus I feel my mind strangely, and suddenly I feel pain on my side. I knew that was related to the way she died. I tell them she was hurt on her right side. I ponder if it was related to her kidney, or if she was stabbed.