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Part Three The Call We never know how high we are Till we are called to rise. Dickinson I can call spirits from the vasty deep. Shakespeare Eleven T have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was. Shakespeare The return to Alabama was more than a journey of miles for Ted, it was a transit from one world to another. Except for the painful interlude with Jill, he had reveled in the freedom and excitement of Sun Valley. And he couldn’t explain to himself exactly what had driven him away from Idaho. The force of Maya’s words, compelling him to return, now seemed like something from a dream. Everything about his relationship with the strange, beau- tiful woman also faded into unreality. Back among his friends and family, Ted tried to forget the unsettling experience of testing and proving his psychic abilities, too. He was home once again, for whatever reason, and all he wanted was to put everything paranormal behind him. Grounding himself in the familiar atmosphere of Tusca- loosa, his family’s home, and the university campus, Ted plunged back into what he hoped would be a happy, normal life. He enrolled at the university and took a part-time job. He caught up with old friends and soon made many new ones, getting back into the social rhythm that had been trans- formed in his absence-as had the rest of young America-by the politics, music, and shifting values of the mid-1960s. And then he began to have dreams. Not merely dreams, but visions of deaths and disasters that shattered his newly achieved sense of balance. When he had the first disturbing dream, Ted had no way of knowing that others, more serious, would follow. The first