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ever continued with their deception after a “scare” visit from D’Scover.

      Flicking through the final messages, one caught his eye and he reached for his CC and slotted it into place in the keyboard. Isolating a particular location on his screen, he waited for the image to load. When it did, it was of a solid-looking woman wearing a nurse’s uniform and with a broad smile across her face.

      “Sister Goodman,” he said. “It is good to see you after such a long time.”

      “Hello, Toby, how are you?” The rotund nurse squinted at him. “You look terrible. Are you getting enough rest?”

      “Now you did not ask me to call you just for social reasons or to comment on the state of my apparent well-being, did you?” D’Scover evaded the question. “What can I do for you?”

      “Straight to the point, as usual.” Her smile faded. “I have a boy here, very close to the end, and I think you should come and take a look at him.”

      “If you say so. I trust your judgement,” he replied. “Do you have a safe computer for me to Hotline?”

      “I’m sending you the code now,” she replied.

      A series of numbers scrolled across the monitor and an empty black square unfolded at the bottom of the purple screen.

      “Good. I will be there immediately,” D’Scover said.

      The image of the nurse faded and all that remained on the screen was the black square. D’Scover moved this to the middle of the display. He took a deep breath and straightened his back, shuffling his chair backwards a little so that he was exactly at arm’s length from the monitor. Reaching out both hands, he placed his fingertips on the glass and closed his eyes.

      “Inter vivos,” he whispered to himself. “Once more amongst the living.”

      Blue sparks crackled around his fingertips and gradually began to spread up his hands. A rolling blue haze boiled over his arms and, within seconds, covered his whole body, enveloping him in a cold light that drained the colour from the room. He looked down and expelled a noisy breath; as he did so, his shape flickered and began to destabilise. Then, with a whoosh of static that made the loose paper on the desk jostle and dance, he became a spiralling vortex of glistening grey particles dissolving into the screen.

      In a locked office at St Mary’s Benevolent Hospice a computer in standby mode began to flicker and automatically load a deep purple background. Another black square unfolded on it and the room fizzed with static electricity. The lights in the corridor pulsed as a blue spark showed on the screen, then another and another until a spike began to form. The spike extended and grew from the screen, getting larger and larger and then expanding until a tall shape began to form in the room. A sudden rush and whirl of grey particles within the sparks and D’Scover stood in the dark room.

      He brushed himself down and straightened his suit before walking towards the door. At the door he hesitated as he remembered something and reached his hand up into the air. He clicked his fingers and a security badge appeared in his hand bearing his photograph and the name DR T SMITH; he clipped this to his pocket. He touched the keyhole in the door, which sparked blue and clicked as it unlocked and swung open, allowing him out into the corridor.

      Following the gentle beep of Sister Goodman’s CC, he soon found the way. She was waiting for him outside the boy’s room, quietly standing alone, looking through the window to where he lay deep in a coma. D’Scover could see the faint violet aura that she had created to shield her from the eyes of the living. She turned and smiled at D’Scover as he came towards her and stepped forward and hugged him, much to his obvious distaste. Pulling back, he held her gently at arm’s length.

      “It has been a long time,” D’Scover said blandly, his faint smile resting only on his mouth as though it did not have the strength to reach his eyes.

      “Yes, Toby, it has, far too long. It is a shame you are always so busy with the troubles of the living; too busy to come and see an old friend?” she reprimanded.

      “The dead are equally demanding,” he said by way of reply. “Recently there has been a rise in incidents. I feel there may be too many disturbances to write them all off as a coincidence or another transitional phase.”

      “Still caught up in your precious Vision?” Sister Goodman chortled. “Honestly, Toby, I do despair at your affection for the living.”

      “There are still many on both sides who have faith in the Vision, sister,” D’Scover said, “despite the long wait.”

      “Hmm, so it seems,” she smiled. “You and I will never agree.”

      “What do you have for me?” he said, changing the subject. “It sounded urgent.”

      “This boy.” She gestured at the bed on the other side of the glass. “I think you might be interested in him.”

      “He is still alive, sister; we do have rules.”

      “Do not mock me, Toby, I know all the rules. This boy is different.”

      “How long does he have?” D’Scover peered through the glass at the small heap under the bedclothes.

      “He will not last the night; his heart is failing fast.” Her face fell into a frown for the first time. “He was found in the street, no family, no one to grieve for him, a lost waif.”

      “This sounds very familiar.” He stared through the glass. “Are you sure that you are not just being sentimental?”

      “I am possibly the least sentimental sister you will ever meet and you know that full well,” she snapped.

      “So why is this one so different? Why does he need my special attention? You could easily have dealt with him without my help.”

      “He is different,” she replied slowly, “because he saw me.”

      “What did you just say?” D’Scover turned quickly to face her.

      “He woke briefly a couple of times, and he could see me.”

      “Hmm.” D’Scover peered through the glass once more. “How long has it been since anyone saw you?”

      “Such an impertinent question! You know my experience: no one has seen me without my express desire for over two hundred years,” she replied.

      “This is indeed interesting,” D’Scover agreed, “and with the rise in disturbances, it could all become even more interesting.”

      “I thought you should know,” Sister Goodman said. “As I said, he does not have much time left.”

      “Thank you, sister; if fate is running true to course, this boy could prove to be what we have been waiting for.”

      Chapter Five – Death Day

      “Am I dead?”

      “Yes.”

      “Simple as that? No softening the blow?”

      “You are no longer a child; do you wish to still be treated as one?”

      “I just thought . . .You an angel then?”

      “I have been asked that so many times. No, I am not an angel and, before you ask, I am no devil either.”

      “So who are you – or what are you?”

      “I am D’Scover. I am here to help you.”

      “Sounds dead creepy to me. Why do I need help?”

      “Because you are dead and yet you are still here.”

      “I had noticed, thought it was a bit odd, but I kinda thought I was dreaming and that none of this is real.”

      “Real is a phrase with many definitions.”

      “Bloody hell, what sort of answer is that?”

      D’Scover

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