“Electrons are in everything.  Even us.  Including our neurons, otherwise known as brain cells.  So, what would it mean if those electrons in our brain cells were also in a state of entanglement?”

“Connected to what?”

With a shrug, Townsend said,  “Other electrons.”

Rickards raised an eyebrow.  “You mean other electrons in our body or somewhere else?”

Townsend stared back.  “You tell me.”

Joe turned to Angela.

“Now, back to your spire in Bolivia, found by Mike Morton as a location where, for whatever reason, different forms of energy engage and merge from the Earth’s atmosphere.”

“Reaching the surface.”

Townsend stopped and held up a finger.  “Not reaching the surface,” he said.  “Reaching through it.”

“Through the surface?”

“I very much doubt energy that powerful and that concentrated would simply stop at the Earth’s crust.”

“You think it goes through?”

“Other forms of energy certainly do.  For example, our magnetic field.  It constantly moves through our entire planet in both directions.  And I think this coalescence of different forms of energies is similar.  If it moved even remotely similar to our magnetic field, it would stand to reason the energy enters in one place and exits another, like a pin traveling through a cushion.”

“In one side and out the other,” repeated Rickards.

“Presumably.”

“Are you saying the crystal spire is one end… and the desert glass is the other?”

“I think so.  They are on opposite sides of the planet, though not precisely.  I did a little research before we left, and Egypt is not the exact geographic opposite of Bolivia, which is called an antipode point.  Bolivia’s antipode point is closer to India.  But on a global scale, it is still not all that far off.  And frankly, some level of deviation traveling through dense matter is to be expected.”

“Wow,” breathed Angela.

“So that’s the connection between the two.”

Townsend nodded at Rickards.  “It wasn’t just the similarity in the silica glass and the suggested antipodes.  The most intriguing piece is the spire itself.  Or at least what happens there.  What you saw.  And later, what I saw.”  He went on.  “Remember when I told you that energy never disappears?”

“You said it either goes somewhere else or turns into another form.”

“Precisely.  And do you recall my explanation in the hotel room, with the bed?  About a universal framework that still holds remnants of what used to be?”

“And that nothing is ever truly gone.”

“Yes,” said Townsend.  “I think that is what is happening at the spire.  And believable or not, it’s all still rooted in physics.”

Angela stared at the professor dubiously.  “I saw my dead mother.”

“A mother whose existence, or energy, was never completely gone,” he replied, lowering his voice.  “Tell me, if connections and entanglements are real and our bodies are packed with electrons… what do you suppose happens if some of these are connected to someone or something… that dies?”