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"Uh, I think so. I only see them half the time myself--"
"Aether-gnats fly around a plane over and eat natural psychic leakage. They're harmless. Most people get them from time to time. They aren't actually sitting on you, they just think they are, and you aren't supposed to be able see them. They're really there, you just... don't need to swat them. What else--"
"I think he sees Hell every few days..."
Sam glared at me, which I didn't understand until Dean snapped to attention. "Hell? You said you weren't hallucinating Hell--"
"I'm not -- it's different from the flashbacks. Those are..." Sam trailed off, eyes going distant, but snapped back to himself when Dean nudged him. "It's... different."
Urania nodded. "That's what I thought. You're not hallucinating it, you're seeing it."
"...What?"
"Hold on, I brought a visual aid." Urania pulled open her bag.
I groaned, but Urania has extensive experience ignoring people who say they don't want to hear about her physics or metaphysics or Gaia-knows-what. I recognized the folded cloth from, among other things, her attempted lecture on what asteroids in the solar system might become involved in the end of the world. (I couldn't tell you more than that because, to be honest, Thalia and I whispered through the whole thing.) Urania looked around for someplace to unfold it, clearly decided on the bed, and did so, ignoring the way Dean yanked Sam away from her. Sam gave him a bitchface, but actually seemed to be interested in the visual aid.
Instead of the usual solar system, the three-dimensional image which shimmered into view above the cloth was of well over a dozen featureless spheres orbiting one another in a complex system.
Urania touched the sphere in the center. "This one is our reality, but imagine it's a sphere made of curved spacetime instead of a sphere made of curved surface. The things orbiting it are--"
I moaned. "I'm sure they'd rather you explain it with less physics."
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