Staring at the door, Sam stayed where he was, firmly in the grip of his mundane senses. Sally had warned him that the creatures could see astral presences and could affect his astral body as fatally as his flesh body. Maybe she had just been trying to scare him out of doing the run, but if Sally spoke true, the creatures presented an even greater menace to his astral self than to his physical being. He had leaned that the astral body was somehow a reflection of a person essence. Could a person’s essence be other than his soul? If one of those things touched him during astral projection, what would happen to his soul?