Industrial Magic

Through the Back Door



I WAS JUMPING ON A BED, LEAPING AS HIGH AS I COULD, shrieking each time my feet struck down. Someone was singing. My mother? No, a younger voice, struggling to sing without laughing.



“Five little monkeys jumping on the bed.

“Five little monkeys jumping on the bed.

One fell off and bumped his head.

Momma called the doctor and the doctor said,

‘No more monkeys jumping on the bed!’”



“Again!” I screamed. “Again!”

“Again?” the voice laughed. “If you break your mother’s bed, she’ll have both our hides.”

I threw my chubby fists in the air as I jumped, then lost my footing and collapsed face first into the pillows. Hands reached down to pick me up, but I pushed them back, got up and whirled around, bouncing.

“Again! Again!”

A dramatic sigh. “One more time, Paige. I mean it. This is the last time.”

I giggled, knowing this would be far from the last time.

Five little monkeys…

I groaned and the dream faded, but I could still hear the song, that same person singing it. The voice tickled a memory, but it evaporated before I could seize it.

I opened my eyes, but could see nothing. A cold, damp darkness enveloped me and I shivered. I blinked and tried to clear my fogged brain. I was lying on my side. I reached out and touched something cold but smooth and solid. As I ran my hand across it, I felt bumps and sharp edges. Rock. I was lying on rock.

Four little monkeys jumping on the bed…

I squeezed my eyes shut, but the tune kept playing in my head. What was that song? Now that I heard it, I could say every word by heart, as they bubbled up from my subconscious. An image came to mind. Me, no more than two years old, jumping on my mother’s bed as someone sang.

“No more monkeys jumping on the bed!”

Three little monkeys—

“Oh, God, stop!” I said, cradling my booming head.

The song stopped.

A voice sighed, that same dramatic sigh I’d heard in my dream. “Well, it was either that or scream until you woke up. Be glad I took the musical approach.”

I scrambled up and looked around. My eyes had adjusted enough that I could make out dim shapes around me, but none looked remotely human. I blinked hard and focused. Scattered around me were huge boulders, rising up from the stone bed on which I lay.

“Rock,” I said. “It’s all rock.”

“Weird, huh? We have some very strange places here. Looks like you landed in one of them. Let’s just hope nothing nasty pops out.”

My head whipped around, searching for the source of the voice, but I saw only rocks.

Two little monkeys…

“Stop that,” I said.

“Hey, I’m trying to jar your memory. You used to love that song. Savannah did, too. Both of you, crazy for it, though I think you just liked the excuse to jump on the bed.”

Savannah? How did she know—? I swallowed, making the only association I could.

“Eve?” I said.

“Who else? Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten.”

When I didn’t answer, she said. “Oh, come on. You must remember your favorite babysitter. I looked after you every Wednesday night for nearly two years. If I couldn’t make it, you wouldn’t let your mom get anyone else. You’d cry so hard she had to cancel the Elders meeting and stay home.”

Eve paused. When I still said nothing, she sighed. “You really don’t remember, do you? Damn. I usually leave more of an impression.”

“Where are you?” I said.

“Hold on. I’m working on that part. Just give me a—” A shimmer of movement to my left. The shape winked, then started coming into focus. “Almost there. This ain’t easy, let me tell you.”

An audible pop. And there stood a grown-up version of Savannah, a tall, exotically beautiful woman with a wide mouth, strong nose and chin, and long, straight black hair. Only the eyes were different, dark instead of the bright blue Savannah had inherited from Kristof Nast.

She hunkered down before me, then touched the ground and shivered.

“Damn cold. You sure picked a helluva place to pop through. If I’d known, I’d have dressed warmer.” She caught my eye, her wide grin a mirror of Savannah’s. “Ghost humor.” She looked down at her clothes: jeans, sneakers, and a dark green embroidered blouse. “You know, I used to really like this blouse, but after wearing it for a year straight…Time to figure out how to change clothes.” She sized up my ensemble. “Not bad. Could have been worse.”

“I’m not—I’m not a ghost. I didn’t—”

“Die? Jury’s still out on that one. All I know is you’re here, and if you’re here, you should be dead.” Eve shook her head. “Never expected you to go all Romeo and Juliet on me, Paige. I know, once you commit yourself to someone, you go all the way, like you did with Savannah, but, really—” She waved at our surroundings. “This is too far.”

“Lucas,” I said, scrambling up.

“Easy, girl. He’s right over—” Eve stood. “Now where…? Oh, there.”

I hurried past her. As I skirted an outcropping of rock, I saw Lucas’s shoes. I raced around a large boulder to find him lying on his back, eyes closed. I dropped down beside him, fingers going to his throat, feeling for a pulse.

“Uh, you won’t find that, Paige,” Eve said behind me. “Not on yourself, either. Part of the passing-over package deal. You can jog all you want and never run out of breath. First time in a week your stomach hasn’t hurt, I’ll bet.”

I touched Lucas’s cheek. His skin was warm. I leaned down, bringing my face to his, and gently shook his shoulder as I called his name.

“You could try kissing him,” Eve said. “But I don’t think that works in real life…or real afterlife.”

I glared at her. She held up her hands.

“Sorry, not the time for quips.” She walked around Lucas and knelt on his other side. “He’s okay, baby. This is normal. It’s death shock. Takes a day or two to recover. Normally, you’d come through into one of the waiting areas, where there are people to look after you, but you guys took the back door.”

“D—death shock?”

I looked down at Lucas’s chest. His shirt was whole. I slid my hand under it, but found no bullet hole.

“No, he’s okay,” I said. “He didn’t get shot. He just fell through the rift, like I did.”

Eve said nothing.

I turned to face her. “He didn’t get shot. Look, no hole.”

She nodded, eyes not meeting mine. I swallowed hard, then pulled up my blouse. On my stomach, where Weber had stabbed me, the skin was now smooth and unblemished.

Eve bent over Lucas and adjusted his glasses, which had slipped in the fall. “No need for these here, but they still pass through. Weird, huh?” She leaned back for a better look, then straightened the glasses again and brushed strands of hair off Lucas’s forehead. “Poor kid. All these years, being Ben’s son was the only thing that protected him, and now it’s what killed him.” She shook her head. “Did Lucas ever tell you we met?”

I struggled to focus, then nodded. The memory flashed and a tiny smile tweaked my lips. “He said ‘encountered’ was a more accurate word than ‘met.’”

Eve laughed. “That’s Lucas, isn’t it? Got to be precise.” She rocked back on her heels. “How long ago was that? Shit, it has to be four, five years. He couldn’t have been more than twenty. Tried to confiscate some of my grimoires. But I caught him. Trounced him good, too.”

“So he said.”

Eve’s left brow shot up. “He admitted it? Well, that’s real strength, isn’t it? Not being able to knock someone down, but being able to admit it when you’re the one who hit the floor. He’s a good kid. Good for Savannah, too. You both are.” She looked from me to Lucas, then thumped down and pulled her knees up. “Ah, shit, what are we going to do?”

“We need to go back.”

“Hey, I’m with you on that one, but it’s easier said than done. Normally, it’s a one-way ticket, but you guys didn’t take that train in, so maybe we can find a way—” Her head snapped back and she glared at something over my head. “Goddamn it, you’re worse than a bloodhound. Track me down no matter where I hide.” She waved her hands. “Shoo. I’m busy. Go away.”

I craned my neck to look behind me, but there was no one there.

“Of course I’m helping her get out of here,” she snapped. “What, you want our daughter raised by wolves?”

I hesitated. “Kristof?”

“Yeah. You can’t hear him?”

I shook my head.

Eve laughed. “Ha! Hear that, Mr. Almighty Cabal Sorcerer? You can’t even project far enough into this dimension for her to hear you. I broke right though. In living color.”

“Dimension?”

“Dimension, level, layer,” she said, “It’s complicated.”

“So the real ghosts are all in your layer? The one Kristof’s in now?”

“Nah, they’re scattered everywhere. That’s the bitch of it, really. You pass over, thinking you’ll see everyone who left before you, and you don’t, because they’re not all in your dimension. Some of us, the magical races, can blur a layer or two, see through to the other side, like Kristof’s doing. But to pass through—” She grinned in Kristof’s direction. “That takes a real spell-caster.”

“So my…my mother. Is she here?”

Eve shook her head. “Sorry, baby. Not in this layer or in mine. There are others, though. I just haven’t figured out how to see through them.”

Her gaze shot up again. “Yeah, yeah, funny guy. Go find someone else to pester. I need to talk to Paige.”

A pause.

“Is he leaving?” I asked.

“Nah, just sitting there. Being quiet, though, which is the best I can hope for. Now, let’s see what we’ve got here. That vamp bitch Natasha somehow ripped open a hole in her layer. I have no idea how she did that. Hell, I didn’t even think vamps had a layer. It’s all very strange. Almost makes me wonder if the Fates let her open it up, so she could suck her fiend-partner into hell with her.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Nice theory, but it doesn’t help you out, right? Point is, you guys fell through by accident, and we need to get you back. Now, since you came through here, this spot must be important. A portal, if you want to get all Trekkie about it.”

I looked around.

“Damned ugly place to stick one, isn’t it?” she continued. “Which is probably the point. No one comes here sightseeing.”

“So, can you break through?”

Eve shot a glare behind me. “Finish that sentence at your peril, Kris.” She paused. “That’s what I thought.” She turned to me. “No can do. Not yet anyway. We need a necromancer.”

“Good, I know just where to find one.”

“Jaime Vegas?” Eve made a face. “Not my first choice, but I guess any necro will do. Between her and me, we should be able to rip this thing open enough for you to go through.”

“Lucas and me.”

“Uh, right. Now, I can’t say it’ll work for sure, because I know there’s no way for me to go back permanently. Believe me, I’ve tried.”

Her eyes cut to Kristof and, for a split second I caught a glimpse of something in those eyes that sent a shiver down my spine, and reminded me of who and what Eve was. She locked glares with the air behind me.

I suspected whatever Kristof said, it had something to do with Eve trying to cross back into the world of the living. From the way she said it, I guessed she’d been trying damned hard to return to life and, for a moment, I wondered at that. She seemed happy and comfortable enough. It wasn’t like she was in some kind of hell dimension. So why fight to return to life?

Even as the question flitted through my brain, I thought of my own situation. I was here, in the afterlife, and not for one second did I consider staying. Why? Because my life was on that other side, and no matter how pleasant it might be to live in a world free of pain and discomfort, I wanted to finish my “real” life before I embarked on my afterlife. That real life, though, included Lucas. It had to.

“So if you can’t get back,” I said, “then you think maybe we…?”

“I don’t know, but I’m sure as hell gonna try. You’re a special case, so there’s gotta be a way.”

“Okay, so let’s do it. You’re a ghost, so you contact Jaime—”

“It’s not that easy. First, we have to find her.”

“Find her? She’s in Miami.”

“Obstacle number one, though it’s not as bad as it seems. Miami exists here, too, only it’s not quite…well, it’s different. Distance isn’t a problem. It’s all very…relative.”

“Uh-huh.”

Eve shook her head. “I can’t explain. Even I don’t understand it all yet. Obstacle number two, though—” She looked down at Lucas. “We can’t carry him.”

“I’m not leaving him here.”

“Well, then we have a real problem. He’ll wake up in a day or two, but by then, the Searchers will have found us, and once they do, you’re taking up permanent residence. Now, we can—” She stopped and looked up at Kristof, then nodded. “Kristof is offering to stay here with Lucas.”

When I hesitated, she looked back toward Kristof. “You ripped the poor girl’s life apart. That doesn’t encourage trust, Kris.” She looked at me. “It’s okay, Paige. If Kristof says he’ll watch Lucas, he will. He has nothing to gain if you and Lucas don’t make it back to Savannah. He knows now this is what I want, what I wanted from the start, for Savannah to be with you. He won’t interfere again.”

Eve stood. I squeezed Lucas’s hand, took one last look at him, then followed Eve across the rocky plain.