Sydney whirled, staring at the vibrant young woman. "Y-you’re the magician’s assistant!" she stammered. "But you’re dead!" The words tumbled from her mouth before she could stop them.
Then again, for a dead woman, Daphne Williams was awfully talkative.
The other woman blinked. "Well, yes, I suppose I am. Made it awfully hard to get ahold of you." Daphne reached up and tucked a strand of russet hair behind her ear.
The revelation raised a plethora of questions in Sydney’s mind, but first and foremost... "Am I dead, too, then?"
Daphne hedged. "Well… technically, you’re just borrowed."
"Borrowed???" Sydney gasped, incredulous. "Am I breathing?" She gazed uneasily around the featureless space. It was impossible to tell where she was. There were no reference points whatsoever; no windows, doors, walls, ceiling or floor; no breeze, nothing but a blank canvas of pale blue.
"Is my heart beating?"
"Then I think there might be a problem. My friend Nigel doesn’t know you borrowed me. He’s going to be freaked out. He’s going to call 9-1-1. There will be paramedics. There might even be a funeral!"
"No, you won’t be gone for that long. And about your friend Nigel: I sent Tanner to go get him."
"No!" Sydney protested immediately, but before the syllable was even out of her mouth, her bewildered assistant popped into existence directly beside her. And standing directly behind him was the man from Sydney’s dreams.
Go to Part Six.