“Regulus?”

Jane looked around.

She was home—she could tell by the hot wind that was blowing on her face, the crunch of the thin sand under her shoes, the smell of old cars, coffee, and dryness. The spirits had sent her home after all, but… She didn’t see anyone with her.

Her jaw dropped.

“Regulus!”

They had—those damn spirits—had tricked them! Again!

Was he even in this same world? Or the same time? What if he was a hundred miles away five years into her future or three hundred years in the past? There was no way that she could tell; no way that she could contact him. There was all sorts of possibilities… and not all of them were good. He could get lost, or hurt or have landed on a mountain!

Or what if someone noticed he had magical powers? Someone was bound to notice that, and they could have him put into an insane asylum for speaking what was the truth. What if he didn’t have his powers anymore? What kind of trauma would that bring?

What was she going to do?