“So why isn't the world overrun with evil spirits?"Moira stared at her, a half-smile on her face. "Who says it isn't?”

“He had to get out, get some space between him and the world, just to breathe.”

“So why isn't the world overrun with evil spirits?"Moira stared at her, a half-smile on her face. "Who says it isn't?”

“You don't believe in miracles.""Sure I do. I just haven't seen any lately.”

“You need to have faith and trust, Moira.""And a little bit of pixie dust?”

“She was so alone. Dead to the world. No one to love. No one who loved her.”