Page 176 of Oracle Returns: Time will Stop

And they heard it.

Laughter.

It rippled across them, and it filled the room, but it wasn’t from either of them.

He was exploding in her body, but he was also in her head.

Claire?

Oh, Jesus.

As he poured into her, they both heard each other in their minds.

Beckett? What’s happening?

Honestly, he wasn’t sure. All around them, visuals flashed, as if they were moving rapidly through time and space.

It was the path he took to work.

Every.

Day.

It was all the familiar sights.

While they were joined together in bed, they were also standing in Littlemoon Investigations when that flurry of images stopped.

With the others.

How are we here?

Beckett blinked, turning around and taking it all in. When Avalon stared over at him, he heard her in his head. Time seemed to stop around her.

No.

Time DID stop.

You’re using the psychic gift of astral projection. Your gift isn’t gone. It’s morphed. He didn’t burn you out, but instead, he changed your gift. You can now move and experience things thinking about them. You were thinking about losing your job and not being here, but now, in the static, you are.

Oh, holy shit.

He didn’t want this, and he certainly didn’t want Claire along for the ride. What did a guy have to do to knock up his wife, and not open some Pandora’s Box of psychic bullshittery?

HOME! HOME! HOME! he shouted, instinctually.

He screamed it into the abyss, and as he did, the sights and sounds flashed again, and he found himself still buried in his wife.

Beck?

When he opened his eyes, the room spun like he had vertigo.

Again, there was laughter.

Oracle’s.

I think we have a problem.

Claire stared up at him.