Thoughts of the strange presence she felt in the library basement returned to her as she drove. Everyone credited her with a vivid imagination. Was it that, or was it as her wiccan friend Raphael had said? She was clairvoyant and felt things in the air, the ghosts and spirits who brush by us, those that most people never feel. Was that it? Or, was that as ridiculous as Laureen told her it was? Who was Laureen to discount what Tiffany felt? Her friend, the lovely Laureen Lux, who believed in vampires and werewolves and shifters and the like. She and Laureen made a good pair. What one couldn’t think of the other could. She smiled and shuddered. They often scared each other with their premonitions or ‘seeing.’ “There is nothing to fear but fear itself,” the old saying goes, but Tiffany wasn’t sure that was true where supernatural and conscious worlds intersected in her thoughts.