In the magic space, the ghosts were having a mutual mont of realization ford from David's simple words. Lately, they had been pondering on what weapons would suit Phoebe best in her battles against ghosts, demons and other things that went bump in the night.
Guns had been out of the question since they could not kill immortal creatures but now, suddenly it did not seem to be too impossible.
"Magic bullets!" Connie gushed.
The teenager lost interest in David and Phoebe's fight, she had more interesting research of her own to do.
Out in the real world, David and Phoebe were finally calming down. Both could tell where they had gone wrong and see what they had missed. Each had been busy hiding their own pain and trying to keep the lonely distant marriage together while impressing the family and in the end, they lost everything.
"I am sorry, I should not have kept the secret about our first child from you. At the ti, the Saxon group was facing pressure from The Dranger Eco research group, you were out of the country for over six weeks"
"That's when I went to the Sunderland forest research base and we ca up with the flu vaccine for infants." he said softly.
Phoebe nodded slowly. "Mmm, your father had put too much pressure on your shoulders and I did not want to add to your troubles."
"What about when I returned?" he asked in a hoarse voice.
"You slept for one day straight and buried yourself in paperwork for the next two weeks, I saw you a total of three tis, for less than five minutes. Two months later, the Saxon group broke ground on the sister hospital with Sam Health Corp in Silver nation and you were gone for three months. Let's be honest, we barely had a marriage, we just had a certificate of marriage."
80% of their marriage had been nothing but dreams she built in the air.
David opened his mouth to defend their marriage but he couldn't co up with a good enough explanation, work was the best and honest excuse but the word failed to co out of his mouth.
"I am sorry, I should have done better."
A knock on the door interrupted the conversation, providing a mont of relief from the heavy emotions they were both feeling.
"I brought food." Grandma Mayfair's voice ca from the other end of the door.
"Should I open?" David asked Phoebe.
She had chased Arica away, he did not want to put her in an uncomfortable position, if she said no, he would send the elder away with a few cajoling words.
Phoebe waved her had, the knob turned and the door opened.
"Well, that's convenient." David muttered.
Old lady Mayfair walked in empty handed, behind her, Rosette followed and she brought the tray of food and two glasses of fresh passion fruit juice.
Old lady Mayfair was wisely observing the couple, she could detect sothing off in the air, sparks of an argunt that had yet to fizzle out. The old woman though back on the way the couple had stomped into the cafe, all that shouting and angry marching was sothing else clearly.
"Are you two having a fight?"
"No." They both denied.
"Then why the long faces?" She frowned and reluctantly asked the question that she had been determined not to ask. "Is it Humphrey again, what did the little freak do? I don't want to know the details, just nod once for yes or form an 'x' with your hands for no."
"It's personal stuff nana." Phoebe replied.
[I don't want to scare you by telling you that there was a demon living in Humphrey's body and it was the one doing all the killing. If you knew, wouldn't you faint nana?]
Old lady Mayfair read Phoebe's thoughts, her eyes rolled to the back of her head and she fainted.
Phoebe and David jumped up and rushed to the old woman's side. Phoebe's quick reflexes and use of her ghost energy saved her grandmother from hitting the floor.
She levitated her in the air before lowering her into the chair gently.
"Nana, open your eyes, what is wrong with you?" She asked.
Phoebe got so water from her desk and poured it into the her grandmother's mouth, she pinched her nose and the water went down the throat.
David was already on the phone calling for an ambulance and Rosette that had heard the scream Phoebe was unaware she had let out ca rushing into the office.
"What happened?" she frantically asked, approaching old lady Mayfair.
"I don't know, she just fell down." Phoebe answered in a slightly panicked voice.
She placed her hand on her grandmother's forehead and then her neck, checking her body temperature. Then, she felt her pulse, it was steady, nothing to cause to alarm over.
"She is fine." the Saxon spirit declared.
"I agree." Phoebe replied.
She took a deep breath, relieved largely that her grandmother was in no danger, however it still left the question of why she had fainted.
The fainting spell lasted for less than a minute, old lady Mayfair opened her eyes and they all cald down.
"Nana, what happened?" Phoebe asked her.
Old lady Mayfair shook her head, "Did you say that Humphrey was a demon?"
"A what now!" Rosette exclaid loudly.
"Who said it?" Phoebe quizzed.
Her eyes traced David and he shook his head, going so far as to lift his hands.
Old lady Mayfair was quick in her thinking. She could not let Phoebe figure out how she had known what was clearly a secret. "One of the n you went with ntioned it, they are inside the cafe having lunch. If you don't believe , you can co out and confirm with your eyes."
The answer was plausible and Phoebe believed it.
"Nana, don't think about such things, just forget it, the matter is being handled by the founding sect. Why don't you go ho and get so sleep..."
"As if I can sleep after finding out about this, I am going to church." the old lady said firmly.
She gestured for soone to help her up and David did so, escorting her all he way to her car which set off for the nearest church which was, The church of saints and angels.
When David returned to the office, Phoebe was already working on her lunch, eating slowly.
"Do you think that I should wipe her mory?" Phoebe quizzed, sharing a question that had been on her mind.
"Is that a thing you can do?" he responded.
She nodded, "There is a talisman for forgetfulness, I read all about it in the book. It has the ability to help soone forget unwanted mories. It's supposed to be a good thing."
"Depending on the intentions of the one that makes the talisman." he said.
Phoebe recalled the stalker ghost and the misused talisman which bonded it to it's victim. Indeed, all talismans were two sided.
"That's true."
"Do you have sothing to help deal with my mother by making her reasonable?" he asked.
Phoebe tapped the plate with the fork in her hands, she thought about the talismans she had read about, there was nothing of the sort. Just when she was prepared to say that much to him the Saxon spirit provided an answer.
"An amulet of serene thought."
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