chair breathing rapidly. The vision in the pan disappeared.
"Are you okay? What can I get you?" She felt concern for him. He looked so weak and tired.
"Glass of water."
She handed him a glass as his breathing slowed.
He took it with a weak smile and a nod. He sipped a bit then a bit more. "Takes more out of me every time."
"Maybe you shouldn't do it."
"Have to. To find Sig."
"Did you find him?"
"That's who I searched for. It has to be him. I'm glad you suggested it. I didn't imagine he wouldn't have the talisman."
"How do you know he doesn't have it.?"
"If he had it, I wouldn't have found him. It keeps spells like remote viewing from finding him."
"Why wouldn't he have it.?'
He grimaced and then looked up at her. "The answer to that question is what worries me."
"What do we do now?"
Grampa's head hung, facing the floor. "Please make me some food," he whispered. "I have to rest and eat, and then try again."
He started to rise from the chair and fell back, off balance. Meredith grabbed to prevent him falling. He grabbed her around the waist.
"Can you get me to the recliner? I'm so weak," he whispered.
She squatted and threw his arm over her shoulder. She rose, dragging him up. They shuffled into the family room and she maneuvered him until he could collapse into his chair.
He breathed deeply with eyes closed. "Thank the gods you're a strong woman."
She patted his shoulder. "I'll whip something up."
"Make sure it has sugar. I need quick energy."
She returned quickly with two sandwiches, one chicken salad, the other roast beef, and a glass of milk. Grampa breathed heavily, sound asleep. She laid the plate and glass on the table beside him and went back to finish preparing brownies.
When the brownies were ready, she took a plateful with her and went to wake him.
He was breathing more easily and his eyes snapped open when she shook his shoulder. "Wha . . . Meredith… We need to get Sig."
He tried to rise from the chair and she pushed him back.
"Not before you eat and drink. I don't want to lose you too." She pointed to the food. "Eat. Then we'll find Sig." Not wanting to hover while he ate, she went back into the kitchen.
When she returned, both sandwiches were gone as well as half the plate of brownies. "My you've gotten your appetite back."
"Not really. I have to eat. I've got work to do."
"What do we have to do?"
"I have to perform a remote viewing again and then pull back away from him until we can see the surroundings to determine where he is. It looks like he's in a cave or a shelter, although I didn't see any buildings."
"I didn't either, just rocks and vegetation.
"You said he went to work on his geology project. That could involve a cave."
"You saw his truck still at the library. There weren't any vehicles in the vicinity in the short time we looked at the scene in the water. He had to get there somehow."
"I don't like the situation at all. I have to find him." He started to rise and Meredith helped heave him up. He tottered back into the kitchen and slumped into a chair next to the pan of water on the table. He stared down into it.
"What do we do next?" Meredith asked.
"I'm going to find him again and then draw back, as before, but further. We need to find features, markers, landmarks, rivers, streams, roads, anything that will tell us where that is." Grampa said, pointing at the pan. "If we can get close, there are other things I can do, but we have to get within range."
"Tell me what to do."
"Note what you see when I start the viewing—anything that will help us find that location. Another set of eyes helps, like you've already shown."
She stepped over to the small desk in the kitchen and came back with a notepad and pencil. "I'll write down anything you tell me or that I see."
Grampa nodded and began to mumble and wave his hands over the water.
"Look there's the glow!" Meredith said, and then felt fear. "It's not as bright as before."
Grampa nodded slightly and changed to a
"Are you okay? What can I get you?" She felt concern for him. He looked so weak and tired.
"Glass of water."
She handed him a glass as his breathing slowed.
He took it with a weak smile and a nod. He sipped a bit then a bit more. "Takes more out of me every time."
"Maybe you shouldn't do it."
"Have to. To find Sig."
"Did you find him?"
"That's who I searched for. It has to be him. I'm glad you suggested it. I didn't imagine he wouldn't have the talisman."
"How do you know he doesn't have it.?"
"If he had it, I wouldn't have found him. It keeps spells like remote viewing from finding him."
"Why wouldn't he have it.?'
He grimaced and then looked up at her. "The answer to that question is what worries me."
"What do we do now?"
Grampa's head hung, facing the floor. "Please make me some food," he whispered. "I have to rest and eat, and then try again."
He started to rise from the chair and fell back, off balance. Meredith grabbed to prevent him falling. He grabbed her around the waist.
"Can you get me to the recliner? I'm so weak," he whispered.
She squatted and threw his arm over her shoulder. She rose, dragging him up. They shuffled into the family room and she maneuvered him until he could collapse into his chair.
He breathed deeply with eyes closed. "Thank the gods you're a strong woman."
She patted his shoulder. "I'll whip something up."
"Make sure it has sugar. I need quick energy."
She returned quickly with two sandwiches, one chicken salad, the other roast beef, and a glass of milk. Grampa breathed heavily, sound asleep. She laid the plate and glass on the table beside him and went back to finish preparing brownies.
When the brownies were ready, she took a plateful with her and went to wake him.
He was breathing more easily and his eyes snapped open when she shook his shoulder. "Wha . . . Meredith… We need to get Sig."
He tried to rise from the chair and she pushed him back.
"Not before you eat and drink. I don't want to lose you too." She pointed to the food. "Eat. Then we'll find Sig." Not wanting to hover while he ate, she went back into the kitchen.
When she returned, both sandwiches were gone as well as half the plate of brownies. "My you've gotten your appetite back."
"Not really. I have to eat. I've got work to do."
"What do we have to do?"
"I have to perform a remote viewing again and then pull back away from him until we can see the surroundings to determine where he is. It looks like he's in a cave or a shelter, although I didn't see any buildings."
"I didn't either, just rocks and vegetation.
"You said he went to work on his geology project. That could involve a cave."
"You saw his truck still at the library. There weren't any vehicles in the vicinity in the short time we looked at the scene in the water. He had to get there somehow."
"I don't like the situation at all. I have to find him." He started to rise and Meredith helped heave him up. He tottered back into the kitchen and slumped into a chair next to the pan of water on the table. He stared down into it.
"What do we do next?" Meredith asked.
"I'm going to find him again and then draw back, as before, but further. We need to find features, markers, landmarks, rivers, streams, roads, anything that will tell us where that is." Grampa said, pointing at the pan. "If we can get close, there are other things I can do, but we have to get within range."
"Tell me what to do."
"Note what you see when I start the viewing—anything that will help us find that location. Another set of eyes helps, like you've already shown."
She stepped over to the small desk in the kitchen and came back with a notepad and pencil. "I'll write down anything you tell me or that I see."
Grampa nodded and began to mumble and wave his hands over the water.
"Look there's the glow!" Meredith said, and then felt fear. "It's not as bright as before."
Grampa nodded slightly and changed to a
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