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eBook Category: Fantasy
eBook Description: Jalil wants nothing more than to leave his human host and return to the Empyrean. But there's something he must do first ... if only he knew what it was.

eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Guardian Angels: Heart-Warming Stories of Divine Influence and Protection, ed. Martin H. Greenberg, 2000
Fictionwise Release Date: August 2003

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Words: 6972
Reading time: 19-27 min.
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An instant of vertigo followed by the disturbing sensation of being suddenly encased in flesh; surrounded, subsumed by it.

Jalil didn't have to open his eyes (his being a term of convenience--hers or its would work just as well, and be equally as meaningless). The host's eyes were already open; all Jalil had to do was begin to see through them. The five senses these creatures possessed were barely sufficient to help them maneuver through their environment, but Jalil had had long practice with the sense called sight, and he took in his surroundings quickly.

It was night, though he could see well enough. His host stood in a gravel parking lot awash in blue-white fluorescence, car keys clutched in his right hand. Jalil saw the car ahead of him, an older vehicle, dented with rust nibbling at the edges. A stray residue of thought in the host's mind informed Jalil that this was a Ford P.O.S., whatever that meant.

Jalil pushed the thought aside. That this was a pivotal moment in the host's life was a given, else Jalil wouldn't have been drawn to him here, at this particular time. The trick, as always, was determining exactly what needed to be done, and Jalil didn't have long. What his people called the Confluence, the juncture of circumstance and probability when they could act, lasted only a few minutes, sometimes mere seconds. If one of the Chhaya misinterpreted the task set before them--or worse, failed to act altogether--it could have disastrous consequences for their host.