It was familiar, but it took me a moment to place it. It was the scent of Dewberry perfume oil that I’d smelled back in the truck all those years ago. And then I was suddenly adrift in the in-between place, but it was different this time—less chaotic. Once again I felt the cool syrupy darkness, and the seemingly endless currents were rushing by just like before, but this time I felt more in control. If I focused my thoughts, I could see the colors and shapes of the currents, and if I closed my eyes, I could actually feel them and bring them closer.
