Chapter 8
Later that evening, during a commercial break on television, Calvin turned to Paul. “What was it like? You know, being under hypnosis? Looking back on a past life? Do you believe it was real?”
Paul smiled. “Oh, it was real.”
Calvin put his arm around Paul’s shoulders, and Paul rested his head on Calvin’s chest.
“It’s hard to explain how I know it was real, but one of the things that convinced me was the familiarity of it all. When I was inside Miranda’s massive house, I knew what rooms were behind every door, even without going into them. I recognised everyone as soon as I saw them. I knew who they were, their character, what I could expect from them. Oh, and another thing, I could smell aromas and hear sounds. You don’t get that in dreams, or at least not as vividly. I could
