As Dawson sat up, eyes wide, his forehead soaking Ali came rushing through as unbeknown to him he had screamed a short loud scream. Ali came into the room and with no hesitation wrapped her arms around him. He told her about the dream he had, and how he believed it was real. Ali looked at him in disbelief and as tears fell from her eyes she told him of her experience a couple of days ago, how she thought she heard Maya's voice and thought it wasn't real but now she thinks it might be. They both stayed up all night discussing the possibilities of her still being there.
In the morning sitting at the table eating their bowl of cereal in silence Dawson quickly came out with "Medium, Psychic." "What?" Ali asked extremely confused. Dawson just picked up his phone and without saying anything phoned someone. Ali looked at him strangely as he placed his phone back on the table. Without looking at her he said " Today, 2pm, medium is coming. Her name is Laura Windsor. She can sense things, she will tell us if Maya is here." Ali looked into the thin air "Okay."
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At 2pm the doorbell rang. They ran to the door, opening it with one swift motion "Hi, Laura?. Welcome, please come in." Dawson quickly said as he motioned her to come inside. She came in and sat down "Tell me more about who you think is here, why would she be here?" She listened as Dawson and Ali spoke for what seemed like hours but in fact was only about 15 minutes.
She walked around the house, calling out Mayas name. She came back to the table and set up her machine that can detect and understand spirits. She sat calling out questions and receiving no answers. On her way out she apologised to them as she could not get through to Maya. However she did stop and put hope into both Ali and Dawson "I couldn't get through to Maya, I'm sorry about that, but she is here. I can feel her positivity all around us. We psychics and mediums believe in the realm of any possibility. It houses Gods, Goddesses and people who are there for all sorts of different reasons. I sense she is there, I do not know why but she wants to be heard, set a bit of paper out tonight, she may communicate through that when the window between our world and hers is thinnest. Thank you for understanding." They nodded and watched her get into her car and drive off.
Still not saying a word they both went back to the kitchen and opened Dawson's laptop, they typed in Nova and sat in awe of the information that showed up on their screen. Maya watching them from beyond, smiling and finding her own hope. By time they came off of the laptop it was after 8. They decided to keep the information to themselves to make sure they did not put false hope into her parents mind.
They got dinner and watched a movie after which both of them went into their rooms, but not before laying out a notepad with the words "Maya is it you, please talk to us." and pen on the kitchen table. They both went to sleep as normal both as excited as each other to get the confirmation what Laura had said was true. Hoping it was, but doubtful at the same time.
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As the birds chirped outside Dawson's bedroom window he slowly opened his eyes, he remembered about the notpad and that there may be something written on it. Like a child on Christmas he energetically jumped out of bed and ran through to the kitchen still in his pyjamas all whilst shouting on Ali to wake up and come through. As he waited outside the kitchen afraid to enter Ali came running down the hallway with Rex at her side. "I'm here Dawson, let's go." She opened the door so hard that Dawson thought it would come flying off it's hinges. He ran over to the pad and screamed. "ALI THERE'S SOMETHING WRITTEN HERE.". Ali ran over and saw the words in Mayas handwriting.
Yes it's Maya. I get 20 words a day. I am in Nova. I get a month to write to
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