He let me go, quickly enough. Composed himself by clasping his hand together as one would expect a padre to do.

“What the..” My voice was stronger this time. I could feel the air flowing through my vocal cords and from my mouth. I grabbed at my throat. Solid. I jerked my surprised eyes to the padre. He was still staring at me, sadly, though this time.

My anger was draining from me faster than I had anticipated and I floated up from the floor by six inches. I suddenly felt as if all the energy built up from my outburst was being sucked from me by a vacuum.

Padre nodded solemnly. Quietly and almost reverently, no pun intended, “You must go. Now.”

“Go? Where?” I took a step. “Darn it!!” I was floating still and it made for awkward walking. If I’d had more momentum, I’d have done a somersault, luckily I just drifted into the Padre. He lifted his hands and gave me a slight push. Rather rude, if you ask me.

I turned toward the door and frowned. Other spirits were looking at me. “Fine,” I said.