I had to know.

I wanted to understand why Matilda was unable to sense my presence. Was there something strange going on, or was it that Michael had been overtaken by my consciousness, becoming myself, Michael?

I was going to find out tonight.

Silently, I opened the door and cautiously entered. Only the moonlight glinting on the floor could be seen in the dimly lit room. She was on the bed, with her hands clasped together, breathing steadily, and curved slightly to one side. The only sound ...