I also had to acclimate to the human's narrow five senses. I could not see all around me. I no longer had the bird's eye view of his timelines and the trajectory of his decisions. Everything was claustrophobic and concentrated in his body. Luckily, the permission continued if I decided to pull away for a while. I had the ability to come and go from his point of view as I needed. What would make it easier was more control. Thus far, I had to fight for every choice he made. He deflected me the way white blood-cells did to an infection.

I knew I could wear him down somewhat if I continued to impress upon him thoughts of Wendy. What was she doing right now? Where was she? I tried to get him to remember how wonderful it felt to kiss her and be in her aura of love. I tried to recall the energy she exuded, ribbons of red and white that shifted and danced in the air all around them. Her offered love was a force that was masterfully crafted and given without pretense or expectation. I tried to get him to recall her smell, lilies, soft soap, and campfire. I tried to get him to remember her laugh.

I felt a long shadow of depression waft through him. I expected that, as well as the strong return of my presence bringing him lower. I felt that my forcing him to think of Wendy could be working. It didn't matter that he was sad. It had a reason and a solution behind it. All he had to do was act and return her calls or texts, and then the bad feeling could be brushed away. I felt like I had him under control, like pressing a gas and break pedal.