"But," Celia started, still clearly upset, "I...I don't know how it happened. I saw the fortune teller on Friday, and that was awful, and then I...became that other person."

She had never felt so ashamed of her gifts, so disgusted by what she'd done with them. To Ichabod, to Eleanor....

Oh, god. Eleanor.

Time enough to feel guilty, later. Right now, she still had questions. "How...did you just hug me back into consciousness?"