A hole? Elena could hear the panic in her own telepathy. It made Bonnie wince.
Not a real hole. A dive. An inn, I guess, but I'm locked in and they only feed me twice a day and take me to the toilet once -
My God! How did you get there?
Well... Bonnie hesitated. I guess it was my own fault.
It doesn't matter! How long have you been there, exactly?
Um, this is my second day. I think.
There was a pause. Then Elena said, Well, a couple of days in a bad place can seem like forever.
Bonnie tried to make her case clearer. It's just that I'm so bored and lonely. I miss you and Meredith so much! she repeated.
I was thinking of you and Meredith, too, Elena said.
But Meredith's there with you, isn't she? Oh my God, she didn't fall, too? Bonnie blurted.
No, no! She didn't fall. Elena couldn't decide whether to tel Bonnie about Meredith or not. Maybe not just yet, she thought.
She couldn't see what she was rushing toward, although she could feel that they were slowing down. Can you see anything?
Hey, yeah, below us! There's a car! Should we go down?
Of course. Can we hold hands?
They found that they couldn't, but that just trying to kept them closer together. In another moment they were sinking through the roof of a smal car.
Hey! It's Alaric! Bonnie said.
Alaric Saltzman was Meredith's engaged-to-be-engaged boyfriend. He was about twenty-three now, and his sandy-blond hair and hazel eyes hadn't changed since Elena had seen him almost ten months ago. He was a parapsychologist at Duke, going for his doctorate.
We've been trying to get hold of him for ages, Bonnie said.
I know. Maybe this is the way we're supposed to contact him.
W here is he supposed to be again?
Some weird place in Japan. I forget what it's called, but look at the map on the passenger seat.
She and Bonnie intermingled as they did, their ghostly forms passing right through each other.
Unmei no Shima: The Island of Doom, was written at the top of an outline of an island. The map beside him had a large red X on it with the caption: The Field of Punished Virgins.
The what? Bonnie asked indignantly. What's that mean?
I don't know. But look, this fog is real fog. And it's raining.
And this road is terrible.
Bonnie dove outside. Ooh, so weird. The rain's going right through me. And I don't think this is a road.
Elena said, Come back in and look at this. There aren't any other cities on the island, just a name. Dr. Celia Connor, forensic pathologist.
What's a forensic pathologist?
I think, Elena said, that they investigate murders and things.
And they dig up dead people to find out why they died.
Bonnie shuddered. I don't think I like this very much.
Neither do I. But look outside. This was a village once, I think.
There was almost nothing left of the vil age. Just a few ruins of wooden buildings that were obviously rotting, and some tumbledown, blackened stone structures. There was one large building with an enormous bright yel ow tarp over it.
When the car reached this building, Alaric skidded to a stop, grabbed the map and a smal suitcase, and dashed through the rain and mud to get under cover. Elena and Bonnie fol owed.
He was met near the entrance by a very young black woman, whose hair was cut short and sleek around her elfin face.
She was smal , not even Elena's height. She had eyes dancing with excitement and white, even teeth that made for a Hol ywood smile.
"Dr. Connor?"Alaric said, looking awed.
Meredith isn't going to like this, Bonnie said.
"Just Celia, please,"the woman said, taking his hand. "Alaric Saltzman, I presume."
"Just Alaric, please - Celia."
Meredith real y isn't going to like this, Elena said.
"So you're the spook investigator,"Celia was saying below them. "Well, we need you. This place has spooks - or did once. I don't know if they're stil here or not."
"Sounds interesting."
"More like sad and morbid. Sad and weird and morbid. I've excavated al sorts of ruins, especial y those where there's a chance of genocide. And I'l tel you: This island is unlike any place I have ever seen,"Celia said.
Alaric was already pul ing things from his case, a thick stack of papers, a smal camcorder, a notebook. He turned on the camcorder, and looked through the viewfinder, then propped it up with some of the papers. When he apparently had Celia in focus, he grabbed the notebook too.
Celia looked amused. "How many ways do