The people kept coming, impaling themselves on his outstretched hands. As they flowed through him, their energy poured into his chest. Greedily, he stretched his body to touch more people, to rake more in. They knew what he did not. He was sure of this.

He listened to scraps of conversations:

"Just the other night I told him"

"I think that would work, only"

A child came through him, shook her head, and backed up to stand in front of him, hands planted firmly on her hips.

"Mommy, what's that shadow we pass through?"

"Stop that, Beth Ann, I don't see anything. You behave now"