I expanded my inner self, pushed through the slick buttery film of Tangia’s mind, through the chinks and gaps. After so many years, I was still perfectly stealthy, a phantom submarine in her mind. She didn’t feel me moving around inside of her, though I didn’t stay very long. Didn’t have to. From that vantage, the five tiny tumors appeared as large as boulders, their hungry searching suckered tentacles splayed like fingers. I could hear them pulsing as they drank her blood.