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too.’
    ‘What’s inside me?’ asked Daniel. ‘Where has it come from?’
    ‘It’s something you were born with, like me. My own capabilities began to surface in adolescence too.’ Lawson blew out the last match and tossed it into the empty fireplace.
‘It could be that the trauma of what’s recently happened to you acted as a trigger to release it. Whatever the reason for its appearance, you’re very lucky. Some people think
we’re all born with abilities, which only a few of us are lucky enough to get the chance to use. Daniel, would you like me to show you your particular talent? Tell you more about what’s
inside you?’
    ‘Yes.’
    Lawson nodded and closed his eyes and began to breathe more deeply, making the little flames around them flutter. He pursed his lips as if he was about to whistle and then blew out a breath. All
the candles went out together, plunging the room into darkness.
    Daniel gasped as the dark crowded round him, pushing at him, trying to creep down his throat and into his ears.
    ‘I know how scared you were in the dark,’ whispered Lawson. ‘But there’s no need to be now. I’m here to help you. You’re quite safe here.’
    A faint orange light spread slowly round the room as the wire filament in the naked bulb hanging above them began to warm. It was bright enough that Daniel could just see the shapes of the
furniture and the dark squares of pictures in their frames on the walls.
    Lawson was standing upright, his eyes like holes, until gradually the light grew stronger and pushed back the dark. He blinked and looked down at Daniel, his bony white fingers outstretched like
a wizard about to cast a spell.
    ‘I’m a psychic, with just the barest of telekinetic powers too to make things happen.’ And he wafted a hand at the bulb and the still smoking candles. ‘My talents mainly
give me the ability to see things other people can’t. It lights me up just like that light bulb when I hit the switch inside me. But if I’m the bulb, Daniel, then you’re the
electric wire, the power that can make me burn brighter than I’d ever imagined. That’s what making the fit means: two people connecting and combining to do wonderful things. I’ve
read about it, heard whispers, but I never thought I would meet someone like you who could make it happen. We need to find out more. Explore little by little what we can do together.’
    Lawson’s face began to tense and Daniel immediately felt a sensation in his chest, like a butterfly trapped behind his ribs. It shifted for a moment and then settled, warming one small
spot.
    ‘Can you feel what’s different?’ asked Lawson.
    ‘Yes.’
    ‘Now let me use your talent. Let me see what I can do with it. Don’t be afraid like last time in the hospital. Don’t panic and shut me out. You have to trust me. It’s up
to you to make the fit happen.’
    Lawson raised a hand and pointed at the light bulb, his hand shaking. Daniel felt the warmth growing gently in his chest and he told himself not to panic. Little by little, it grew stronger and
then he gasped as the bulb began to rise, the white cord from which it was hanging bending to form a loop through which the light bulb itself passed, before dropping down and creating a simple knot
in the cord. Still lit, the bulb swayed slightly, hanging a few centimetres higher than before, sending the dark corners of the room bobbing up and down.
    Lawson lowered his hand. He was breathing heavily and stumbled a few steps back into the arm of the sofa behind him and perched there, recovering, as if having expended a great amount of
effort.
    Daniel felt his jaw and throat relax, and he began to breathe more deeply too. His mind was sharp and bright, like some dial had been turned up, sensing the secret hollow in his chest that
Lawson had filled with a golden heat. But it was growing cold already. He put a hand against his ribs to try and make a difference, but the warmth from his palm only sat on