GHOSTLY RIDES

KEEPERS KEY I

CAFE IN A WINTER STATION 

NICHOLE & KAREN ....

We sat, waiting for our drinks to arrive, surrounded by the cozy ambiance of the cafe. The soft hues of light blue blended seamlessly with the white decor, while elegant spiral chandeliers cast a gentle glow from above. The tiled floor beneath us was a mosaic of beige squares, adding to the charm of the place.

The servers resemble ethereal fairies with their graceful movements. Some floated through the air while others gracefully treated on the ground, attending to the bustling counter. It was like an ordinary mortal establishment, but infused with a touch of magic. The display of snacks and coffees gleamed temptingly, hinting at the mystical delights within.

My eyes widened in amazement as I observed empty tables being magically served with steaming cups of coffee that seemed to materialize out of thin air. The scene before me was enchanting and surreal, Magical.

Just as I was lost in this enchanting sight, Karen's voice broke through my reverie, bringing me back to our purpose.

"Speaking of finding him, why are we going to the grub hub?" Karen's tone carried a hint of uncertainty.

Her words resonated in the air, echoing the doubt that lingered between us. It was a valid question,

Why would a spirit risk venturing into a dangerous place like the grub hub when he could have used our bus to flee to safety?

Karen's deductions were logical, pointing out the potential risks and the urgency of our search. "Surely the grub hub has information, but our current lead is the bus he stole. It's only a matter of time before he reveals himself," Karen reasoned.

"I can't see any reason why we need to venture so far from this lead," Karen argued, her words laced with conviction.

As we mulled over our course of action, our drinks arrived, brought by a fairy-like server who deftly manipulated the trays in mid-air, sending them twirling in a captivating display of skill. The mugs of drinks were set before us, larger than the ones I was familiar with, adorned with a delicate leaf design that complemented the earthy tones of the glass.

"Have a drink," our male spirit guide urged, breaking the silence and inviting us to enjoy the herbal concoction before us.

 "Just do what you've told, we are all following orders", another guide interjected, signaling an end to our conversation. 

I raised the mug to my lips, the aroma of tea and herbs wafting up enticingly. It tasted like a blend of ginger and herbal tea, warming me from the inside out. Karen and I sipped the brew, feeling the heat spread through us, comforting and invigorating.

"Let the warmth of the drink envelop you," the guide advised, as tears welled in my eyes, and a gentle heat suffused my body.

"Once you're finished with your drinks  we will leave," the lady spirit announced, resting her back on her sit. 

Miguel Moves 

Lawrence followed Miguel through the air, sliding effortlessly through floors and trains as they swiftly made their way towards their destination. Time was of the essence, with no minute to waste.

Verona's Office was situated above the lobby and railways on the second floor. As they ascended to the bustling second floor, they flew through the crowds.