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I made myself comfortable in the living room, channel-surfing through the ten or so channels I had. Nothing was on. I picked up the video remote and turned it on. That"s right. I hadn"t finished watching my movie from the other night. I was enjoying the very end of the movie when I felt the pull on the ley line, much like last night but not quite as powerful, nor as dramatic. “Not again!” I said out loud, struggling to grab my crutches—This was getting so ridiculous! A space two feet wide and six feet high in the dining room blurred slightly and instinctively I became still. Whoever it was came through my wards without pulling them down. This had to be a friend. Had to be. But who? I hoped it wasn"t the incubus, Jacob. Had to beWhen the tall man twinkled into existence on my dining room