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want to get into a theological discussion with the spook for fear of the outcome. She had no idea what was behind the Light; no one had ever come from the other side ― she had no proof of what life existed beyond that singular point.  The truth was she wanted her payday and Simon Fell didn’t matter to her. Maybe if he saw the Light, if he looked at it properly, he’d be drawn in, like they always are...
    Her hand moved to the wall and the Light obeyed her call. Simon stared at it, then turned to her, wearing an expression of outraged fury.
    She replied verbally to his expression. “You can’t stay here!” Juliet beckoned the Light inwards and it obeyed, slowly expanding its boundaries; the event horizon maximising out. The portal was now larger than she had ever seen it… and was growing. Simon looked at the portal then at Juliet; an animal anger was evident in his eyes.
    Juliet started walking back towards her physical body. Unseen to her, Simon’s hand made a gesture in her direction.
    Two yards from a reunion with her physical self, Juliet seemed to smack into an invisible wall and fell to the ground. She stood up and tried to get past it, but with the same result. Frantically she tried again and again, looking like a mime artist battling with an invisible wall.
    There was something in front of her, an invisible shield between her spirit-self and her physical body. Her fists banged on the shield and she cried out.
    He laughed. “Learnt some good tricks here haven’t I? Like I say, all thanks to you.”
    The Light was creeping in behind them both. Simon made frenzied attempts to stop its advance and push it back, but all his efforts were to no avail.
    “God damn you!” he shouted to Juliet, who was still frantically trying to claw her way through the concealed shield.
    Simon watched, resigned, as the Light continued to expand. He turned to Juliet, anger etched on his ethereal face. She was still desperately trying to find a way past his invisible screen. He lunged for her, grabbing her by the neck. “Don’t want to be clingy or anything, but if you must insist on me taking this trip, thought I might bring a friend along for company.”
    Juliet struggled, clawing at the spirit hands which where clamped around her spirit neck. The irony of how two spirit entities could fight, lock horns, grapple and struggle was not lost on her.
    Juliet pondered once more the invisible shield that separated her from her physical form. He laughed and held her tighter still. He then dragged her backwards towards the Light. She started to scream.
    “What’s the matter? You’ve told everyone else how great this place is right? How can you recommend somewhere you’ve never been yourself Juliet? How can the tour guide not take the tour?”
    She could feel the life force of the Light behind her. Memories of her life invaded her. He managed, despite her struggles, to drag her back a further step. She noticed a strange buzzing sound which increased in volume as she got nearer the Light. Her mind seemed to be a kaleidoscope of images all fighting for the top billing. She was facing the Light and the pied-piper had her snared. She felt what they all felt, an overpowering desire to walk through to the other side; she fought the feelings, this wasn’t right, she didn’t want to go through the Light... but he was pulling her back and she didn’t have any power left to stop him. She would soon be in the Light and beyond; the physical world would soon be over for her.
    And then she heard something...
    A voice...
    ...broken... not the same as she remembered it...
    ...but the words were a saviour’s rhapsody...
    DON’T−YOU−HURT−MY−BABY!
    It resonated. She felt his grip on her loosen and he cried out. Juliet fell back, away from the Light. She turned around to see what had become of her attacker. He was being held and dragged backwards into the Light. It was not just a one-way system. Someone had come through from the other side