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Laura waited until the waitress had re-filled Myers's cup and retreated from the corner booth. "So what was in my father's office?"
Myers looked about the coffee shop to see who might be eavesdropping over the uncomfortably loud television floating above their heads. "Consciousness."
Laura knit her brow. "What do you mean, 'consciousness'?"
"Exactly that." Myers finally stopped pouring sugar into his third cup. "Have you ever had a near-death experience?"
"It's what started this whole thing. Or rather a lot of 'em." Myers let his sipped cup rest in its saucer, and set his elbows on the table to intertwine the fingers of his hands. "You're familiar with The Lancet?"
"Sure. I think my dad subscribed for years."
"Well, he read a study in it a year and a half ago, on NDEs in the Netherlands, about heart-attack victims who reported having visions, verified out-of-body experiences and such things, all while they were clinically dead. It was the first scientific proof of life after clinical death, and that got him to thinking."
Laura leaned back and raised a straw to her lips. "About what?"
"About consciousness." Myers glanced out the window of the coffee shop, at the Sunday brunch crowd milling back and forth along the street. "The 'Great Beyond'." He looked back at her. "You watch TV?"
"Everyone does. What does--"
"It's the best analogy." Myers look up, above their heads. "Your dad had this theory that all consciousness is merely waves traveling through the universe, just like the electromagnetic waves that carry TV pictures and sound."