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The first time Missouri sensed a spirit, she was only three, and her grandfather was with her. She looked at the shape of the woman and asked him why Grandma had been away so long. He laughed and said she never had left, but only he could see her, and now Missouri. That was when he began teaching her up on the ways of the spirit world.
She knows when the dead walk. She can tell the different kinds of spirits that linger or send malice. She can put them to rest, if it's necessary, but most spirits linger quietly until they're ready to go on, like her grandmother, who was just waiting for Granddaddy to catch up with her.
When Missouri arrives after her long drive, she's tired, but not so tired she can't sit by Dean's bedside, watching and waiting for the morning.
In her family, you don't just leave someone in the hospital; visiting hours are irrelevant. You sit up with the sick, you stay by their side in shifts, so someone is always there to make sure your loved one is getting treated right. Someone is also there if they wake up, or if they pass on. No one should be all alone in a cold, sterile hospital when their final moment comes.
Dean's body is there, but his spirit- something's not right. She can't tell where Dean's spirit is now, though she senses it's not attached to his body as it should be. He's in limbo, in between worlds, and there's nothing she can do about it, but pray.
"Dean?" she says in an undertone. "You stay with us, you hear? Don't you go off roamin' when we need you stayin' right here, okay?"
She knows when the dead walk. She can tell the different kinds of spirits that linger or send malice. She can put them to rest, if it's necessary, but most spirits linger quietly until they're ready to go on, like her grandmother, who was just waiting for Granddaddy to catch up with her.
When Missouri arrives after her long drive, she's tired, but not so tired she can't sit by Dean's bedside, watching and waiting for the morning.
In her family, you don't just leave someone in the hospital; visiting hours are irrelevant. You sit up with the sick, you stay by their side in shifts, so someone is always there to make sure your loved one is getting treated right. Someone is also there if they wake up, or if they pass on. No one should be all alone in a cold, sterile hospital when their final moment comes.
Dean's body is there, but his spirit- something's not right. She can't tell where Dean's spirit is now, though she senses it's not attached to his body as it should be. He's in limbo, in between worlds, and there's nothing she can do about it, but pray.
"Dean?" she says in an undertone. "You stay with us, you hear? Don't you go off roamin' when we need you stayin' right here, okay?"