“In life, souls are always connected to other souls. Sometimes these are called twin souls, though we most commonly know them as soul-mates. Even Aristotle knew about this.” Davenport pocketed his wallet and handed the picture to Brian. He accepted the picture wordlessly. His face stared back at him from the yellowed picture. It was like seeing a ghost for the first time.

“You mean like reincarnation? I read that book, Many Lives, Many Masters. It’s a bunch of bull-crap.”

“No, it isn’t.” Davenport’s voice a little testy now, a warning sign flashing in his eyes.

“Can we come back as animals or plants?”

“No, despite what the Hindus say, the human soul can only be reincarnated into human bodies. Now to get back to what I was saying, every soul is connected to two other souls. A trinity. Very few souls are advanced enough to recognize the connection.”

“And you, sir, are advanced enough?”

“Yes. And so are you,” Davenport shot back. “If only you’d stop resisting and open your mind, you’d realize this.”