SWEET BLOOD
In essence, teleporting.
She just had to picture where she wanted to go, and boom. She was there in a snap. Amazement filled her. She’d studied the manipulation of macroparticles for years before she’d succeeded in teleporting plastic, basically faxing a small portion from one station to another. Now, to move a living being between planes with only a thought…it was everything she’d worked for, gift-wrapped and handed to her.
So, when she’d imagined her old kitchen, she had travelled to her old kitchen. Before, in that town, she had imagined James in her bed, and had therefore travelled back to her bed. So simple, so easy, an answer that made sense. Finally,
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