The Daily Dormouse. (aka Bike) Part 1282 by Angharad Copyright © 2011 Angharad All Rights Reserved.

I was led away from the room by one of the nurses whilst the other called the crash team. I was weeping and shaking. I was sure she had died, taken away by the angel she thought she saw. Some bloody angel.

I asked to be left somewhere I could sit quietly. I was left in the office. I tried to go inside myself and see if there was something wrong with me. Also, if there was a sacrifice required, then it should be me, not a baby like Trish.

I seemed able to centre myself very quickly and in what seemed no time at all I was moving down inside myself then using the energy I tried to follow where Trish was. To my surprise she appeared to be in some sort of limbo. Down below, doctors were working hard to restart her heart, while her spirit, if that is the word, seemed to be sitting in a garden waiting to be told what to do next.

I had no qualms about what I wanted to happen. I wanted her back with me and the rest of her family. She’d suffered enough, trying to help me fight off an attack by a crazy Stella. I tried to walk into the garden to tell her to go back to her body, all would be well, but I couldn’t–it was like I was watching it all on film–I just couldn’t access her.

I tried to send the light to her and couldn’t achieve it with either her corporeal form or her spirit. I was now becoming desperate. “For God’s sake,” I heard my mouth say and was aware something was surrounding me.

“I’d be grateful if someone could tell me what is going on and how I might save the life of my daughter.”

A voice filled my head, “The child has come to the end of her allotted span.”

“Just like that?” I challenged.

“Yes”

“How can you do that to a child?”

“It is required by the soul to experience such things.”

“That is total crap, and you know it.”

“For someone who is supposed to be so special, you are ill-informed, disrespectful and rude.”

“Yep, I plead guilty to all of those, so how do I save her life?”

“Were you not listening?”

“Completely, but I still want you to cut the crap and tell me what I want to know.”

“Do you have any idea with whom you speak?”

“Yeah, someone who’s too tired to show me their face.”

“If we show you our face, you will die.”

“If it means you let Trish go back to her life, I don’t care–do it.”

“Your arrogance does you no service.”

“Just get on with it, whoever you are.”

“Who do you think we are?”

“Like I care? Just get on with it–kill me and let her go.”

“But wouldn’t you like to know who removes the life from you?”

“Is that going to help Trish?”

“It has nothing to do with Trish, this is about you.”

“Look if I was crossing the road and was hit by a car and left dying, it wouldn’t matter one iota who was driving the car, would it? The outcome would be the same.”

“Would it not matter if it were an accident or done deliberately?”

“Only to the coroner.”

“You seem to have very little regard for your own existence”

“The value in my life is made entirely of the children and adults I live with. I would gladly risk my life for any of them.”

“We see you have already done so on numerous occasions.”

“So, choices had to be made, it’s no big deal.”

“One day your rashness will be your undoing”

“Well, come on, let’s get it over and done with–I insist you release my daughter.” I was aware that time would be passing and the sort of recovery Trish could make would be limited.

“You deliberately try to provoke us to do your bidding, foolish human, do you not know it is not the way of things.”

“Look if my request is beyond you let me speak with someone who is capable of such things.”

“Now your pride begins to damage your cause and your lack of patience is exasperating to us.”

“Time is running out for my daughter, if she is damaged by your dithering I will not forget or forgive it.”

“Ha ha, your foolishness is shown once again. Here there is no time. Your arrogance is pitiful but disrespectful.”

“Sorry but I’m fast coming to the opinion that you are full of shit, now show yourself or get me the head honcho.”

“Prepare to die, fool.”

I began to surround myself in blue light and began a mantra of my love for my family, especially Trish. I focused on seeing them in my mind’s eye, and saying goodbye to them.

I became aware of something standing before me, but despite my efforts to see it, all I could see was a blindingly brilliant light. I continued seeing my loved ones and covering myself in blue light.

“Catherine, take your child and go home. Do not expect us to be so lenient next time you provoke us.” The voice was different and had a familiarity about it.

“Thank you, milady Shekhina, for your generosity and forgiveness.”

“We have not forgiven you, Catherine, but you have tasks to perform for us, which your daughter Tricia may help you complete. She too is blessed with our spirit, and has been purified by this experience. You will neither of you have any recollection of this interview. Go now.”

“Mrs Cameron, are you alright?”

I felt someone shaking my shoulder, as I emerged from what seemed like a deep sleep, “Eh?”

“Your daughter has come round and is asking for you.”

“Sorry, I must have been more tired than I thought.” I staggered to my feet and lurched off after her feeling my feet and legs coming back under control as I walked towards her bed.

“Mummmy,” she piped and I rushed to her side and hugged her. “I’m a real girl now,” she gushed.

“You always were sweetheart, but now you have the official badge to prove it.”

She glanced down at her chest, “No I haven’t, Mummy, I still don’t have boobs.”