Rudundite, the spell, Maybelyn had finally realised.
Redundite paralyses the victim in the last horrid thing they pondered, seemingly physical but very not at all.
If the victim wants to wake up, because it is the only way to get out, you have to find the key item, the one that isn't in the same dimension exactly the same as it is in the real one.
For example, if someone's key item was a vase with flowers that are red in the real dimension, but the flowers in the redundite dimension would be blue, then that is their key item, because it's abnormal in a simple way.
The redundite spell orchestrates each key, and you can't keep it from happening, so whoever you've casted the spell upon always has a way to return.
Maybelyn hasn't ever been to Afghanistan, so she couldn't figure out what the key was.
After looking around, even walking around and touching various things, she sighed, because in an unfamiliar place, an abnormal thing is a needle in a haystack.
Just for good measure, Maybelyn groped around her pyjamas and felt not a dog tag, but a pendant of some type, and her curiosity proving the best in her by it being the item to unbind the spell; the key.
Mitchell was nowhere to be found when Maybelyn was freed from the spell, and she hoped that was a good thing.
She was shaken in fear from the dream, and instead of going back to sleep she digs through drawers in her closet and retrieves an old water colouring kit and a small pot of water from the upstairs bathroom before using her husbands record player to listen to something calming as she paints.
It's been years since Maybelyn picked up a brush and some paints, but it feels good, and a bit stress relieving.
Maybelyn paints a sun, stars, moon, a coffin, pills, knives, and really anything to pass the time.
The night carries on that way, and Maybelyn doesn't get a clip of sleep that night, but she feels a lot safer that she isn't in her most vulnerable state for 11 hours.
The days start as usual, a bit of breakfast for herself from the delivered food Maybelyn gets to her doorstep on Mondays, after breakfast a meditation time, and then opening for customers.
Peter is a new customer, but seems open minded, and Maybelyn feels a radiating belief that this 20 year old has a firm belief in the unnatural.
"Honestly, I'm afraid of everything. I am this cocky, witty, sarcastic asshole who's decently attractive which helps me get away with anything, and everyone thinks that I'm indestructible and immortal, but really I was raised that someone could attack you from behind at any time and there's probably demons under your bed and every white male who looked at me or my sister was going to kidnap us and sell us into slavery, and I don't know why I still have irrational fears of those things, but I am secretly afraid of everything.
Everyone on campus terrifies me and especially the teachers.
I don't know what to do" Peter confesses.
"Peter. Those aren't irrational fears but you need to accept the facts that we are living in a world where kidnapping and assault happens, and we're also living in a world full of self defence weapons and video cameras everywhere, you have to believe you'll be fine" Maybelyn assures, and by the end of the session, Peter feels a bit better for himself.
Peter shares with Maybelyn his horror story of the last medium he went to and how much of a fraud she was, and how he was so glad he found Maybelyn.
Frauds did always frustrate Maybelyn because being a medium and working at a mystic shop was an important job, and it's a lot more than reading some tarot cards or talking to the dead.
People come to Maybelyn with their biggest fears and hope to be freed from their suffering, and that's really what this job is about.
The people that come with a poltergeist in their hall closet or a possessed mirror who are in tears or can't even look up without fear, those are the people Maybelyn feels good for helping.
It's consoling to know that people actually look to her for belief and acceptance, and genuinely trust her when they need help.