Emma frowned, a deep furrow forming in her eyebrow as she tried to grasp the concept behind whatever theory that the squirrel just spurted from his mouth.
What the hell was that? Imagine something and he would latch onto it? Did he have a mind vision? The concept reminded her of her professor. Professor Perkins who had told her to imagine and hold the thought of being totally free from the innumerable voices which had besotted her a few days ago when she had stepped into the power of reading minds. But that was different. Professor Perkins hadn't been able to read her thoughts or see the image. So, what was the squirrel talking about? He could read off images too? Although it sounded awesome, it was a bit creepy.
"Emma…" The squirrel called her, and she shrugged, deciding to listen to him and obey. She could ask her questions-for she had them many, later.
Now, obey she shall.
