"That's the thing about mediumship, Arya. There's always someone there." Moving his Mac out of Nymeria's reach--the last thing he needs is for it to get covered in wolf drool--Stiles comes over and sits cross legged in front of her, putting his hands on his knees. He's never done this teaching thing before, and to be perfectly honest, he has almost no idea what he's doing, but he just has to channel his mom and his dad. Think about what his mom might say, the way his dad might address a problem.

It comes pretty naturally, after that. "Using your medium abilities is about really, really noticing everything around you. For me, it started out by noticing simple stuff--objects getting moved around the house, mostly. If you're not perceptive enough to catch up on the minute changes in your life, then it's really difficult to be able to connect with your medium side."

Stiles is gesturing a little with his hands as he speaks, thinking over his lessons. He's got this. He's totally got this. "There's a ghost in this room right now, and she's going to be doing some stuff around the cabin, since she kind of does that all the time anyway." There's the sound of a laugh somewhere from behind him, and Stiles rolls his eyes. "In order to find these things, you have to stop thinking about everything else in your life--literally, everything, and just focus on the task at hand. At the risk of sounding like some crazy Kabbalah chanter, take a deep breath and open your mind."