I would have asked how we would connect, but Rachel leaned forward and said, “I’m going to have to hold your hand.”
I disassembled the glove with a command and she leaned forward to take my right hand.
In my head, she said, “This is how the Ghosts do interstellar flight—at least when I’m involved. I don’t have enough power to manage it alone. Could you start pulling in power?”
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