Michael had always thought that seeing ghosts was stressful. Those wandering spirits were nothing compared to whatever women had going through their heads at all odd hours of the day.

I’ve studied history all my life and I hated that every story of every remarkable person ended with death. What would they have thought if they’d been allowed to watch history unfold? You know, it’s like reaching the end of your favorite novel, wondering what goes on in the lives of the characters outside the pages.

Even if I didn’t believe in ghosts, I think I’d always be looking for a reason to believe in them.

Oh, no. Something was terribly, terribly wrong. All his life, Michael had tried to distance himself from the paranormal. He valued the ordinary and never sought to stick his nose in places it didn’t belong. But now Luke had him thinking that it might be cool to participate in one of his ridiculous EVP sessions.

Hey, we’re at the circus! Chances are there’s at least one psychic running around here. And when I say psychic, I mean like a real one. Not a poser like you who can only talk to dead people and do absolutely nothing else.

What do you think we do with all this equipment? Do you think we study electromagnetic fields for fun? This is what we do. We make the illogical logical. We find the reason in everything that reason can’t explain.

It’s strange. I’ve spent most of my life trying to convince everyone that I’m completely normal. You know, that I can’t see dead people. Now I’m in this bizarre situation where I’m actively trying to prove that I can... and it’s not working.

Kate, don’t move,” Michael whispered.“Why?” “There’s someone out there.” Kate drew in a shaky breath. “Is it an alive someone?” she asked. “No.

For as long as he could remember, Michael had felt caught somewhere between the world of the living and the world of the dead. But in everything he thought and everything he did, he'd always chosen life.