"Oh, God where do I begin," Prisma hesitated, "no wait, I know it all started about two week ago. I had just closed the shop. Taking extra care to lock the door. I picked up my brown alligator briefcase and placed the keys in my coat pocket. The night air had a coolness to it and when it blew it had a bite.

'Brrr.. it's awfully cool, already,' I whispered. I put down my briefcase and began to button my emerald green trench coat. As I fumbled with the last button, the wind blew again. A little harder than below and little more cool, sending shivers up my spine. When I looked up I saw a dark figure in the shadows. He, well it had to be a guy because of the body frame it had, was standing beside the outer light rim of the street lamp and the dark shadowed wall. Only giving me a vague outline of him. He didn't move just stood there, I guess watching me. 'Who's there?' I asked, readying myself for any type of confrontation. There was no answer, he just stood there. The wind blew again much harder than before, and it forced my eyes shut. I lowered my head to help shield my eyes as small gravel and dirt were being swept up and blowing at me.

'Prisma...' a voice called. It was so faint I couldn't tell if it was male or female. But the voice rang through my head, echoing. By now, as you can guess I was a little nervous. The wind died and I looked up, only to see an empty alley. He was gone, as fast as he came in he was gone. I tried to brush it off as too much work, but this weary feeling of deja-vu hit me. 'Did I know this person? Was it someone I hurt?..' the thoughts just kept going through my head. For the rest of the week I couldn't stop thinking about it. I couldn't even tell my sister about it, for fear of going insane.

'What's wrong Prisma?'

'Huh?' I came out of my trance like state and saw Catsy staring at me. Her face wore concern all over it and a really ugly facial mask too. She pulled up a chair placed her mug of hot lemon tea down.

'You've been staring at nothing for almost thirty minutes.'

'Catsy you wouldn't believe me if I told you.'

''Try me, hey, what are sisters for?' We talked for the rest of the night, Catsy reassured me that I wasn't going insane, probably stress and I should take tomorrow off and go shopping. I admit I felt better, and besides it happened a week ago.

The day was warm and bright, perfect for walking. The sidewalk was busy with people enjoying the day. Children were bugging their parents over candy and Halloween costumes. People were on dates sharing ice cream and well, it was a nice day. I was waiting for the walk signal to cross the street when I looked up. There was this men's fashion add with the cutest guy in just a pair of jeans. I couldn't help but stare, he had a medium build and a relaxed but strong look on him. In a way I guess he reminded me of Sapphire. Sapphire on our dates could be a real gentleman. He always opened doors, pulled out my chair, and paid for everything. He was always relaxed, unless it was serious. As I gazed more into the models' face I noticed something. He looked like Sapphire, the same eyes, cool expression, even his haircut. I closed my eyes in disbelief.

'Okay Prisma you're seeing things again' I thought to myself. I opened them again and the model looked different, the eyes were different and so was his hair. 'I knew it!' I said out loud, clenching my fist. 'I was seeing things again, but why Sapphire?' I began to ponder this. I saw a park about a block over and decided that a walk through the trails would help me. However, the more I walked, the more I thought, 'Why Sapphire? Why is all this haunting me now? Am I losing it? Maybe Catsy was right it could be stress?' These few thoughts raced trough my mind endlessly. I couldn't take it, I stopped in my tracks. Looking at the sky I took a deep breath, threw my head back and yelled, 'Is it you, Sapphire?!'

The wind kicked up blowing leaves all around me.

'Yessss' the wind hissed and that's when I came here."

"Very strange, indeed Prisma." Rei noted. She sat before the fire and began to meditate. 'There is a presence here" she said, "it's faint, but here"

"SSappphire?"

"I don't know" Rei stood up she began to fan the fire. "The fire doesn't know either"

"Is there anyway we can find out?" Prisma asked, anxious for an answer. Rei stood up tall, gazed at Prisma, something was different about her.

Rei's eyes went from caring to serious, as if what she had to say was crucial. Rei's eyes became illuminated and her aura became visible. She looked like she was on fire but a white fire, yet no heat. He red silk kimono had turned darker, almost a blood red. Rei began to float above the floor her hair flew upward as if a fan was under her blowing it. Prisma crouched back, her eyes were a mix of fear and adrenaline. She held the back of her hand to her mouth and almost gasped in disbelief. Rei outstretched both arms, she hovered like a angelic demon, a figure to fear and yet love, she began to speak.

"In two days is Samhain, the holiday of the dead. Upon this day, the line between the astral plane and the Earthly realm become weak. Spirits can roam the earth and psychic powers are at their peak. Upon this day those who died before their natural time are given a chance. They can be resurrected, but only by their true love, both must feel it and then will Death let the spirit return. Death's doorway must be found and crossed, it shall appear......."

"Where?!" Prisma yelled reaching for Rei. Rei began to fall, Prisma was able to catch her. Rei's head laid in Prisma's lap and she strokes Rei's hair. "How is it possible? I hope Rei will be all right, it looked like a pretty big psychic deal." Prisma clenched her fist and began to think harder about this. "Where is this gate? Maybe I've hallucinated the whole thing? Am I going insane? No, Rei will believe me....I hope." Prisma, anxious with excitement and fear couldn't sit any longer. She pulled a near by pillow and placed Rei's head on it. Grabbing her handbag, Prisma fled from the room. As she walked down the bamboo hallway a figure jumped out at her.

"AAAHHH!!" Prisma screamed as she jumped back, this time her suit skirt tore.

"Hello there, I'm Grandpa!"

"Oh it's you, I guess I'm jumpy." Prisma grasp a little breath and felt relieved. Grandpa stood there in his pajamas, they were blue and shimmered, with little rabbits on them. His chubby little face showed years of wisdom and years lacked of maturity. A kind of person that you could talk to and be silly with at the same time.

"No need to be jumpy, not with old Grandpa around." He leaped in front of her and took a karate stance. Prisma let out a slight chuckle as she patted Grandpa's bald head.

"You know," she said half laughing. "I think every woman needs a protector like you."

Grandpa looked up and flashed her a slightly cheesy smile. "Oh, yes you know you're right in fact I should offer myself as a protector and make some money for the temple." He blushed and began practicing his karate moves. As Grandpa finally stopped, Prisma kneeled down and kissed his cheek.

"You're one in a million Grandpa, but please tell Rei that I had to leave, I'll call her tomorrow." Prisma stood up, took one final look at the tear in her skirt and walked out.

Grandpa was frozen, his face was as red as cherries, after a second he began to wave. "You come back when you need good Old Grandpa to protect you!" he laughed.

Prisma ran all the way home, she stopped once for a passing car, but that once was all it took. The car pulled over and the passenger window rolled down.

"Oh God, not another illusion," Prisma began to think. She could feel herself getting flushed, she clenched her trench coat and braced herself.

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