“The concept of moving objects or touching things takes a massive amount of energy. The energy comes from the core of the soul itself, since we begin and end at the soul, even moving a feather will leave you drained,” Sam explained.

“But, you opened the door and weren’t affected,” I replied.

“That’s because of my diligent training,” Sam moved over to the open door. “You must practice every day, if you don’t, you’ll never be able to do it properly.”

After saying so, Sam closed its eyelid. A quick flash came from it and it had formed arms akin to noodles; round, slim, and looking as though they had no joints. The flash from a moment ago had been contained and in the center of Sam there was a dim glowing light, so compact and spherical. The ball of light moved from Sam’s pupil through its arm and ended at its three-fingered hand. All of it happened in quick succession and then Sam closed the door. When the light faded, Sam turned back to me and opened its eye.

Sam then patted its hands together, “Now you’ve seen an advanced form of using the core of one’s soul.”

“I see, an advanced form…” I mumbled and then pointed at Sam’s arm. “Why am I seeing that you have limbs only now?”

“Ah, that’s right, you didn’t know,” it sucked them back in like an elastic band. “I have legs too, but I never use them. Arms are useful for when I’m playing with Phraze though, he likes to try and smack them with his paws,” Sam laughed after it talked about Phraze. I’m tired of hearing about that fiendish cat.

“Yeah, yeah. Phraze this and Phraze that,” I could care less.

“You don’t like him?” Sam asked.

“I obviously don’t,” I replied. “Didn’t you see? He was the one who caused me to trip up when I was going through the door.”

“He’s just a cat, it likely wasn’t intentional.”

“Fine, that could be it too,” I shut my trap and brooded over it.

“Forget about him,” Sam told me and swayed the topic to what it was, “You want to learn how to open doors, right?”

My mood lit back up, “I do!”

“Then we have to go somewhere quiet,” Sam floated out of the study.

Following the eyeball, we went up to the second story and Sam floated in front of the door across from the bathroom. To the left was Ellie’s room and across from her room was Sophie’s.

Sam popped out its arms again and from behind I could see them in a better light; I compared them to noodles earlier, but they sure are grotesque for noodles. Sam opened the door and said, “You may enter.”

As I went in tons of half-open eyes gazed at me, “Ah!” I screamed out in surprise.

“Sam, you have children?” I asked after collecting my wits.

“…Are you an idiot?” Sam sighed, “As if I would have kids, look closer.”

I stared back at the eyes, they won’t win this contest, I’m the champion. Around the eyes there were pale white cheeks and below their necks they wore dresses of different colors. Ah, they weren’t Sam’s children they were porcelain dolls.

“What’s up with all of the dolls?” I asked Sam. There had to be more than twenty in here.

“Jason’s daughter liked them, so every chance he got he would buy a doll for her. She later lost interest in them, but that didn’t stop him from buying them,” Sam explained. Jason must have been a burdensome father. So, this is his daughter’s room.

“What were their names? His wife and his daughter.”

“Alisha and Becky,” Sam muttered, “but that shouldn’t matter to you now. You’re here to train.”

“Alright, then what am I supposed to do?”

“I’ve already taught you the very basics of using your soul. Focus, when you do it consciously you can phase through doors, walls, and even the floor. Subconsciously you already are focused enough to walk on the floor. Now, what you are focusing is the energy from your soul, but you’re spreading a thin layer around yourself. If you focus and concentrate on a single spot; the core of your soul, you can touch objects instead of going through them,” Sam explained. “I gave you an example of how to do it earlier. I want you to try and imagine doing the same while you’re in here.”

Then Sam started for the door, “Oh, and don’t worry about distractions. No one comes in here anymore, not even Phraze.”

The door shut, I heard Sam beyond the door say, “Good morning, Sophie.”

Sophie clicked her tongue and replied, “I don’t need to hear that from you.”

Here I go. Once I learn this, I can strive to find out more about myself.