Re: Mental: Cal/Gwen
[They're trading mental images. A flicker of a projection, brief but instinctive; the patterning of a mind making connections between one quiet, cool mansion reeking of blue-blooded East Coast calm, and responding with snatches of another house, the butter-colored sunshine on the hardwood floors a little more South than north, but the same heavy furniture and old grace to the fixtures that says money. Lilies, calla lilies, filling a vase on a bureau. And then another tiring cycle through all the places Cal has tried to find before; the doorways, the park, even the dump.] No rats. [This appears to be agreement.]