I sigh and think, before dissapearing inside of her and turning on all her off switches. Coming back out, she starts breathing and I sigh of relief, "She was just shut down somehow. The possession probrably did that."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
"You, who have all the passion for life that I have not? You, who can love and hate with a violence impossible to me? Why you are as elemental as fire and wind and wild things..." — Gone With the Wind