‘A ride’ she called it. If they could package this ‘ride’, amusement parks would make more money than Bill Gates!

As soon as she opened the chest she found, a million memories that weren’t mine flooded into my head. The building of the Tower of Babel. The final destruction of the great Library at Alexandria. Sailing the Atlantic on the Santa Maria. Being pulled under by the Titanic.

I screamed.

Sorry, she said. I try to leave memories of my ‘deaths’ out of storage. That one refuses to go away.

They stopped. I was shaking, sweating. “What…?”

My memories, and the memories of other I’d shared lives with, she said, sounding somewhat sad.

”’Shared lives’? What are you, some kind of ghost?”

Not really a ghost. Okay, um… Do you believe in magic?

“Only the kind Jenny and I…”

All right, all right! I didn’t need that image, thanks! She sounded embarrassed. Anyway, I was a sorceress. I would often travel outside my body to other worlds. One day while I was out, someone came by. They killed me.