I placed the two stones on top of the salmon stone and placed my hand on top of them. A cloud of white emitted from the stones and formed an oval shaped cloud that extended to the top of the cave. The edges of the oval shape had a more solid appearance but the rest of the cloud was more transparent. It was as if it was a door from one side of the room to the other, and at first it seemed like nothing more.

“Ok, so you can blow smoke out of a rock, perhaps I should just call the police. They may want to know what you were doing in Wales just before my uncle was murdered!”—Peter’s threat did not phase Haj.

“Or, perhaps you would like to step through this cloud and visit ancient...Hawaii,” I gloated.

Hawaii? Was that the best I could come up with?

The inner cloud suddenly filled with an image of a palm tree, with a leaning branch that partially protruded from the cloud and reached into the basement room. I could see blue waves as they rushed to a sandy beach behind the tree. The smells and sounds of the Pacific Ocean filled the room. Pete’s broad smile and gleaming eyes were evidence of the awakening within him.

He approached the cloud, and he reached out to touch the tree. Before he could touch the tree, I removed my hands from the stones, and the image and cloud instantly disappeared, as if it had never been there. Peter’s smile was gone and replaced with a look of annoyance, as he turned to me.

“Do I have your attention now?” I asked him.

HAJ HABIB