Page 24 of Hallow Hill at Halloween: Part Two

“It’s a book title. You sound like a self-help guru from the nineties.” She sighed. “But since no other options are showing up, go on,” she said.

“Okay. You’re not in a physical body. You’re not bound by physical laws. Isaac Newton has never been where you are right now.”

“So…”

“In here, you’re a supe if you want to be.” I was grappling with that concept when he added, He let that sit for a minute while she grappled with the idea of no limitations. “The reason why you don’t reach the light fast enough is because you let your own mind set restrictions. Free yourself to believe you can reach the light before it disappears. And you will.”

“I will, huh.”

“You will.”

“For the sake of discussion, let’s say I was successful. Then what?”

“Before the window closes, force your fingers into the light and push your hands away from each other. Like you’d do if an elevator door was closing.”

“I wouldn’t do that if an elevator door was closing. Not a useful example.”

“Do you get the idea?”

“I get the idea.”

“Then it was a great example.”

“Point taken.”

“Are you going to help?”

“I just did.”

“I mean are you going to give me a push or something.”

“No.”

“So, I’m on my own.”

“You’re not on your own. I’m here.”

“Any hints on how I can make myself believe I’m that fast?”

“When you try to reach the light, what are you doing?”

“Running.”

“Well, there’s the problem.”

“What?”

“The problem is that, in your head, your ability to move from one place to another is dependent on legs, as it would be if you were in reality. This is not reality. You don’t have to use legs. You can think faster than you can run. A great deal faster. The instant you see the light, simply be there instead of where you were.”

“Be there,” I repeated, trying to integrate the abstract idea that I can do magic-kind-stuff.

“Maybe you won’t master it on the first try. Maybe you need a couple of practice runs. So, to speak. Just prepare yourself mentally and wait for the next light show. Be ready to be there.”

I pulled in a deep breath then said, “I don’t need to breathe here, do I.”

“No.”

I stopped breathing to test if that was true and found that it was. That little experiment boosted my confidence enough to trust that Jeff could be right. What if it was true that I was the key to my own escape. It was certainly worth an all-out effort.