P is for Psychometry, or as Simon says, that psycho thing.
Psychometry is reading the energy of someone or something through touch. Unfortunately for me, I have a heightened sense of psychometry that backfires more often than not, as you see in this scene from Givin' Up The Ghost....
I took a deep breath, ignoring the increased sense of foreboding that crept up my spine. I shot Badger an apologetic look. “This one’s for the team – I’m going in. Cover me.” I grinned fearfully as I wrapped my hand around the glass and instantly the film began to roll. I closed my eyes and forced myself to breathe slowly...slowly...
“Shelly, I only want to talk to him.”
“He’s busy, Stephen. If you’ll call and make an appointment...”
Stephen slammed his fist on the desk. Shelly jumped back, eyes wide, visibly scared.
“Get him for me. Now!”
Bart burst from an inner door, immediately taking in the situation. Enraged, he rushed toward Stephen, screaming in his face. “Stephen, if you come here again, I will report you. Now get out!” Bart shoved him roughly, causing Stephen to stumble back, slightly off balance.
Stephen yelled angrily back. “You think you’re so mighty, Bart Bagley. Just you wait. Nobody messes with Stephen Clarke and gets away with it. I’ll kill you first!”
Stephen shook a threatening finger at Bart...
I opened my eyes. My head pounded as I lay sprawled amidst broken glass on the sticky floor of Dickey Dan’s. The rank odor of stale beer assaulted my senses and I quickly rolled over and upchucked right there. All over Badger’s boots. All four of them. Looking up, I tried to focus. Badger stood there. Both of him. “Double the pleasure.” I giggled, and lay back. The room spun. “Whoa, someone stop this thing and let me off.”
Arms pulled me up. A distant voice said, “Here now, we don’t allow public drunkenness in ‘ere. You’ve got to get ‘er out!”
Badger’s voice swam to me through a sea of booze. “Come on, Indigo, you’ve got to stand up. Stand up, okay?” He propped me against the bar as he dug in his pocket, throwing a handful of pound notes on the bar.
“No prob, I can do that.” But I couldn’t. My knees buckled and I still saw double. My stomach churned again.
Looping his arm through the chin straps of the helmets, Badger wrapped his other arm around me, half dragging me out into the alley.
I grinned up at him. “You’re very kind, ya know? Helpin’ me out like this. Plush,” I slurred, “you’re cute, too.” Oh God, I thought through an alcoholic daze, please tell me I didn’t just say that out loud.
Just for the record, I've never had a drink in my life!
Psychometry is all about energy. And energy is something you can sense.
Have you ever had a sixth sense about something?
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