'Meet you on the other side ...'
He could see her face in his mind's eye as clear as day as he moved from lying on his left side to be on his right, pulling the duvet up over his shoulders as he turned. Her long blonde hair draped over each of her shoulders and that smell, her perfume, a scent he will never forget, a scent that could almost took him back in time to that summer, a summer which feels as if it were a lifetime ago, a summer being one he spent in the company of Cecilia.
'... I will be waiting.'
Colin opened his eyes and for a second or two he was sure that the smell of that perfume was such that it must be on something extremely close by, rather than it being a memory dredged up within a dream, though that could not be possible, could it? Though he would never and had never forgotten Cecilia, Colin had no idea why all of a sudden, he was thinking of her. For a moment he assumed it had something to do with his gift, however he soon dismissed that thought but not before pondering the words that she had spoken.
Having embraced his ability for what it is and can be ... and still easing into it over almost ten years of embracing it, Colin's life had changed and changed a lot, in a good positive way too. He was making money from it even though he never asked for such, nor had he set any sort of price for his services.
Those with whom he had been helping simply offered financial gratitudes, not entertaining any insistence Colin puts forward that bringing about closure being payment enough. Having helped aid others to connect with a loved one from beyond had indeed become somewhat of a pleasure, whereas before it certainly had been troublesome.
He is no longer struggling to find and hold down work, this is his work now, and such a thing is something which would be a lot off of anyone's back. Whenever what he received was in any way substantial, Colin was always sure to leave an anonymous donation to some cause or other which would seriously benefit from it.
With his gift being what it is, Colin does not drive. Imagine what a ghostly distraction might cause in any situation where he is in control of an automobile, especially at quicker speeds. Besides, he was a passenger on the most horrid of horrid days, that in itself is enough to ensure he never gets behind the wheel of any vehicle.
As it is, luck does side with Colin as for the many acquaintances he has, usually sees to it that he is not left stuck for a lift when he needs to get from one place to another, and especially during times when time itself is of importance.
There are those he has helped with contacting the other side who are also only too happy to lend a hand to Colin each and every time he may need such a hand or were to ask for one, even going so far as hooking him up with contacts for long journeys. Still after all these years, Colin is, because of that horrid day, uneasy being a passenger in any kind of vehicle.
Yeah, cars are not his thing, vehicles in general are not his thing. He'd rather not use them if he didn't need to, regardless of the existence of his unusual ability. And with everyday kinda work, work most everyone else does, it'd be difficult for Colin to get on with things being so plagued ... as he had seen it ... by his extra-curricular activities.
Now, being out of the way of control and not having to be dependable for anything, he can allow for distraction, he can allow to be taken at times like he often might be, so depending on specifics, getting in or out, on or off vehicles in general is something to be done on a mostly need to use basis. Buses, while on them, he can be a little more ... distracted than if he were a driver.
In a moment of having called in of a travel favour, Colin so happens to be sitting in the passenger seat of a jeep going not so quickly along a quiet motorway late one evening in particular. Colin would become distracted by noise coming from behind. He couldn't really see anything through the jeep's mirrors, so Colin turned to get a decent view of what was coming.
