It was unnerving, the way the dog's eyes didn't follow him, how they stayed straight forward as he approached. Not even a reaction to the scents that had to be all over him from his work in the familiar house earlier. He looked over his shoulder, but the adults seemed to be preoccupied. Closing his eyes, he put a hand on Lucy's head and reached for the energy in his head. True to his training, a single strand came from the pool that felt like it existed at the base of his skull. Every time there was a slight giddy rush, a mixture of adrenaline from rule breaking and the energy pulsing, ready to be moved.
Keeping a mental hold on the thread, bright gold in his mind, he felt for the connecting thread that would lead him to Lucy. He wasn't quite as fast as traversing the web as his old teacher, but he soon found it and laid the golden thread on top of the dull, greying one. The light seemed to creep up through the thread, infusing the connection with a bit more luminescence. Lucy wouldn't ever be as good as new, but some of the effects should have been reversed.
He came to, pulling his eyes open with an effort. The dog on the table looked up at him questioningly as he rubbed his eyes, then pushed her nose under his elbow.
“Rainer.” The sound of Mrs. Thomas's voice sent a small dart of fear through his chest. Giving the dog a pat for reassurance, he slowly turned around.
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