Interlude: Gerald Makes Some Decisions

That was close, Gerald thought, setting once more into his seat and picking up his book, Cheryl returned to Katrina’s bedroom. At least I managed to convince her that I couldn’t manipulate her mind. He blinked at this thought, suddenly wondering why he needed to maintain such secrecy concerning his ability. Unless…

No, Gerald shook his head. I could not possibly be manipulated. Even if there really were others like me, I should be able to tell if they were affecting my mind, shouldn’t I? If that were the case, than abilities such as mine would occur naturally among humans and such talents would be identifiable.

Those dreams! His eyes widened with shock. That’s what brought this on! He frowned, concentrating on his nocturnal meanderings, hoping to recall something. Damn, nothing but a headache, he grumbled. Nothing at all.

I guess I really shouldn’t worry about it, he mused. I can always look into it later at school. Those professors in the Department of Occult Studies might have some ideas. Have to be careful, though. Probably best to sign up for one of the offered classes. It’ll look more academic than personal that way.

Satisfied, Gerald lifted the novel and resumed his preferred evening activity.