I said to the guy floating across from me. “You can really see me? You’re really here?” “In the flesh,” the guy said. “Well, not really, but you know what I mean.” His voice sounded different than the ones I was hearing from the real world—clearer, more solid. We were both on the same side of the looking glass, I guess. “I heard you shouting,” he said. “I came to see what all the commotion was.” “I wasn’t shouting.” But of course I had been—at Conrad and Evelyn. I had no idea what question to ask him first. Then I realized I didn’t have time to ask any questions at all. “This is my brother,” I said quickly, nodding at Gilbert. “He’s been kidnapped. I came into the astral dimension to find him, and I did, but now I have to tell the police where he is.” As the guy glanced over at Gilbert, I looked at him.
