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that reminded
her of a tanning booth, except once you were inside you'd be completely
enclosed, completely cut off, in the dark, alone... She shivered, feeling
claustrophobic already.
    Dom rested his hand on her shoulder, supportive and
comforting. "You okay?"
    She nodded, chewing her lip. "Let's just get
started." If she waited too long, she'd change her mind.
    Dom had advised her she'd need a swimming costume to
wear in the tank, so they'd stopped to pick one up on the way. She had it on
under her clothes now, and both men politely turned away while she stripped.
She hugged herself, shivering in the simple black costume, while she waited for
Rudolf to ready the tank.
    "It's lightless and soundproof," he
explained, opening the tank. "That's saltwater inside, body temperature.
Now, I want you to feel completely safe in there, Keira. Detective Abbott and I
will be here at all times, monitoring your vitals. Nothing bad can happen to
you. Nothing dangerous. It's important to remember
that if you do have an OBE. Wherever you go during the OBE, you are not
physically there. Nothing can touch you. Understand?"
    She nodded, a little calmed by his no-nonsense
approach. She glanced at Dom over her shoulder. He smiled, then kissed her cheek quickly.
    "You'll be fine."
    Warmed by his kiss, she stepped into the tank,
sloshing water up her legs. Rudolf gave her one last smile before closing the
lid on her.
    The darkness was absolute, but not as frightening as
she'd expected. The gentle lap of water over her limbs was soothing, the slight
tang of salt reminding her of childhood holidays down in Devon. She closed her
eyes, feeling weightless and oddly liberated. Her mind drifted as she bobbed up
and down in the water to Dylan, waiting at home for her to call, to Dom,
standing just outside the tank. She stripped Dylan away, leaving just Dom with
his strong, gentle hands and that inviting brush of stubble on his jaw.
    She imagined herself touching him, kissing him –
nothing chaste or friendly, but a real cross-the-line kiss. They were both
single now. It could happen. Should it happen?
    She wasn't sure, so she shoved the idea aside,
wondering if there was something she should be doing to try to bring on the
OBE. When it happened in her dreams, there was no control, no sense of a
beginning. She'd read a little on OBEs back when they first started, read the
advice on inducing them by meditation and visualization. She hadn't tried any
of the techniques – she hadn't wanted to have OBEs, she'd wanted to prevent
them.
    But now she figured, why not? She wanted to help Dom
if she could, despite the fear still worming in her heart. So she visualized a
rope winding around her body, pulled taut and upwards, something she could
climb up, out of her body. She imagined herself climbing the rope, replayed it
over and over and over until gradually she felt a tugging sensation, something
pulling at her... Not at her physical self, she was sure of that, but pulling
at her , her essence, her...spirit?
    She resisted the pull instinctively at first, then forced herself to relax and let herself be lifted. For
a second there was a curious sense of wrongness as she glanced back and saw
herself floating in the tank. A thin, glowing white rope coiled around her
ankle, anchoring her to her physical body. For a second she panicked and wanted
to dart back into herself, but she remembered Dom's belief in her and his
fierce determination to catch the Slasher, so she let go of the panic.
    She floated up, out of the tank, seeing Dom and Simon
watching the monitors. Out of the room, up into the air. Anxious, she checked and found the rope still wrapped around her ankle.
    Satisfied she could get back if she needed to, she let
the pull carry her, lead her wherever it would. Simon's words,
that she was safe, that nothing could touch her, buoyed her, made her
bold. As long as she could get back to her body, she didn't need to fear
anything that happened.
    She was pulled