Ian watched as something like a head appeared. Then he heard a thumping on a table away from him. It was happening, it was really happening! They had called to the dead and someone was there. He wanted to ask a question so badly, but he didn't want the professor to get upset if he went before he was supposed to. It was no longer difficult to maintain focus. All of Ian's focus was securely on the misty head in the center of the room who had let them know it was Henry Morgan. It was happening, he repeated inside his own head.