Dodging through the couples was a familiar, pixie-like girl in a gossamer gown. Her pointed ears and worldly eyes in the deepest shade of purple found me through the crowd. She smiled and dodged away. It was the Goddess, or Spirit, one of the forms she liked to portray when she came to me in this vision realm. “Follow me,” she called over her shoulder, her voice a blend of child, mother, and crone. But it was Ruben who followed her first. “Wait!” I called after them, pushing through the masked couples still whirling on as if they didn’t even see me.
