The Newcomer

Before Ronald took Judy on a spiritual journey of their life, I spent a few days with her after the funeral, tidying up her belongings. We have determined which of them can be thrown out and which would be of use to others. I was also thinking about something and wanted to talk to my older friend about it.

"Judy?"

"Yes, honey?" She turned to me with a broad smile.

"I would have a request for you," I replied, a bit anxious. "I know you signed the apartment over to me, but I would prefer to arrange it with you anyway. Zoey has been complaining a bit about the dorm apartment lately, and I was wondering if you would mind if I asked her to occupy your room. It would always be a little brighter here, especially when you disappear for a while."

"I like her a lot, she's a nice girl," said Judy. "Besides, you are friends and as you noticed, the apartment is already yours. As long as you don't have too many parties here." She winked at me.

"Thanks," I breathed a relieved sigh as I returned to cleaning. I pulled out a basket of colorful yarns. "What about this?"

"There should still be wires there." Judy showed me another box. "And here are the socks started. Rip them open, there's always going to be a bit more material, and I'll be grateful if you bring these to the club. The girls will definitely make good use of it."

I nodded and added it to my to-do list for the near future. Zoey agreed to my offer and a week later she moved in without fear of being haunted in her sleep. Though she said for the first few days that she hadn't been able to sleep well, we had replaced the bed in Judy's old room. I was surprised that I was quiet for a long time and that my life was too carefree. I didn't know if it was a question of Tristan making sure that no other ghost disturbed me outside of working hours, or if it was just like that. However, I felt something was going to happen.

It started with the phone call from my coordinator, I picked him up at the same time curious about what could be going on, and on the other hand, it made me a bit anxious.

"What is it about?" I asked right after greeting.

"I'd have a big plea to you," the man on the other side of the phone replied with a sigh.

"Go on," I chased him away.

"We have a young medium, a fifteen-year-old boy. According to my information, the fullness of his skills appeared in him quite recently," began the coordinator, I was wondering what this might have to do with me. "He is an orphan with a difficult, rebellious character, and returns from each foster family after a short time. Thought you could take him under your wing, he is 2.0 like you, so you should understand him better."

"Who did he come after?" I asked first.

"After medium 904," he replied sadly.

"I am sorry," I muttered. "His jokes were lame, but I liked him. Coordinator, why did you choose me?"

"Well, he's only an hour away from you."

I raised an eyebrow in surprise and thought. It didn't work on the principle that if one medium died, another was born. This was about ten years earlier to keep any succession going smoothly. There weren't many of us, so we were usually really distant, so the boy had to be born elsewhere, maybe even in a different country. It is possible that he eventually showed up here without his will. I looked in the mirror and remembered how hard it was at the beginning of my journey.

"Okay, I'll do it," I said.