Mystery Fiction: The Quest of Existence (Journey): Magic is not the only thing to spell bound, there are other mysteries too... (32 page)

“Me
r
c
y
,
the
po
w
e
r
!
”
M
a
r
r
y
L
i
n
da
a
lso
got
a
nxi
o
us
s
ee
ing hi
m
.
S
he
stepp
e
d
up
to Ed
w
in
a
nd
pla
ce
d
his
h
a
nd
on
h
e
r p
a
l
m
, whi
l
e
Ed
w
in w
a
s
s
t
i
ll
in a state
shoc
k
.

Mr.
F
r
e
d
r
ick
w
a
s
doing
hur
r
y in
w
a
shing
h
i
s
wounds
a
nd giv
i
ng him
b
a
nd
a
id whi
l
e
he
w
a
s looking
j
ust
l
ike
a
bro
k
e
n b
ra
n
c
h of
a
tr
e
e
.

“
W
h
a
t
h
a
ve
y
ou
done
y
oung
ma
n
?
” Mr.
F
r
e
d
a
sked
him possessive
l
y
while givi
n
g
a
id.

“
Come
on,   sp
e
a
k   to 
me.”
H
e
u
r
g
e
d   Ed
w
in 
to   s
a
y

something.

“
Th
e
r
e
…”
He
poin
t
e
d
to
the
m
i
r
r
or
in
a
f
a
int
tone

“
Gon
e
…”
his
e
y
e
s got t
e
a
r
f
ul.

“
W
h
a
t’s
gon
e
?
And
w
h
e
r
e
?
”
Mr.
F
r
e
d
r
ick
got
susp
i
c
ious

a
bout h
i
s mental
c
ondi
t
ion.

“
M
y
e
v
e
r
y
th
i
n
g…
”
He
s
a
id 
a
nd  got  f
a
in
t
.
Mr.
F
r
e
d
r
ick support
e
d
him
w
i
t
h
the
h
e
lp
of
M
a
r
r
y
a
nd
s
p
re
a
d
him
on the b
e
d.

“
Oh
J
e
sus,
wh
a
t’s
h
a
p
p
e
ning
h
e
r
e
.” Mr.
F
r
e
d
ri
c
k
s
a
id
a
nx
i
ous
l
y
.

“
I
s he
a
lso
m
e
ntal
l
y
sic
k
?
”
Ma
r
r
y
a
sked
hi
m
.

“
No,
h
e
’s
not.
I
l
e
ft
h
i
m
a
lright
but
I
don’t
k
n
ow
wh
a
t’s

gone w
r
ong.”
He
w
a
s d
e
p
re
ssed.

“
H
e
’s
gone
f
a
in
t
;
y
ou
s
h
ould
do
something
for
h
i
m.”
Ma
r
r
y

sugg
e
sted.

“
No,
the
r
e
is
no
n
ee
d
to
wo
r
r
y
a
bou
t
.
H
e
is
j
u
st
under
str
e
ss
a
nd n
ee
ds to be
r
e
la
x
e
d.”
He
said.

“
W
e
should let him
g
e
t r
e
lax
e
d,
c
a
n
’
t
w
e
discuss
a
bit
a
bout the issue som
e
wh
e
r
e
e
ls
e
?
”
Ma
r
r
y
a
sked.

“
Ok
a
y
,
c
ome
w
a
lk
with
me.”
Mr.
Fr
e
d
r
ick
s
a
id
a
nd
w
a
lked for
the loung
e
, kis
s
ing h
i
s for
e
h
e
a
d.

Ali
c
ia’s
Jo
u
rn
e
y to Dr
e
a
m

A
l
i
c
ia
re
ac
h
e
d
a
v
a
st
b
ui
l
ding
whi
c
h
h
a
d
a
big
c
lock
on the
top
of
a
pulp
i
t
a
nd
t
he
w
a
y to
the
pulp
i
t
h
a
d
the
small r
e
c
tangul
a
r
c
lock
fitt
i
n
g
s
on
the
floor
und
e
r
a
g
lass
she
e
t
a
nd
e
a
c
h
block
(
c
lock)
h
a
d
a dif
f
e
r
e
nt
t
i
me
a
nd
spe
e
d, b
e
sides
the
r
e
w
e
re 3
n
e
e
dles
sl
i
di
n
g
on that
floor
a
nd
Alicia h
a
d
to
ju
m
p
ov
e
r t
h
e
m
to
r
e
a
c
h
the
pulp
i
t.
T
he
pi
l
la
r
s
in
the bui
l
ding
w
e
re t
h
e
big
re
c
tangul
a
r
c
locks
a
nd
th
e
ir
n
ee
dles w
e
re shin
i
ng.
The
mo
m
e
nt
she
r
e
ac
h
e
d
the
pulp
i
t
a
f
l
y
ing
c
lock
a
long
with
a
b
a
n
n
e
r
a
t
t
ac
h
e
d
to
i
t
,
a
pp
e
ar
e
d
b
e
fo
r
e h
e
r
w
hich
w
a
s ha
v
ing a
q
u
e
st
i
on:

“
W
h
e
re
do
y
ou
w
a
nt
t
o g
o
?
”

“
The
pla
c
e
I
s
e
e
in
m
y
d
r
ea
ms.” She
shout
e
d.

“
D
r
e
a
ms?
Choose
the
p
h
a
se
of
e
xis
t
e
n
c
e
y
ou
w
a
n
t
to
vis
i
t.”

Anoth
e
r f
l
y
ing clo
c
k
b
a
n
n
e
r
a
pp
e
a
r
e
d in a sudd
e
n.

“
P
h
a
se
?
”
th
i
s
qu
e
st
i
on
made
h
e
r
c
onfu
s
e
d
.
“
W
h
e
re
I
a
m Mrs.
Conr
o
y
.
”
S
he
a
n
s
w
e
r
e
d
but
w
a
s
not
s
u
re
will
that wo
r
k or
n
ot.

“
W
h
a
t a
r
e
y
ou now
?
”
a
nother
b
a
nn
e
r
c
a
m
e
f
l
y
in
g
.

“
Alici
a
,
Alicia
W
ick
e
t
s.”
H
e
r vo
i
c
e
ec
ho
e
d
in
the
a
t
m
osph
e
r
e
.

“
F
ol
l
ow me.” Anoth
e
r
f
l
y
ing
b
a
n
n
e
r
c
a
me
a
nd
Alicia follow
e
d that.