The evening was hosted by a medium who promised to connect with those who had passed.
The medium began, very loosely connecting with a man. After pausing for a sip of water, she began again.
“I’ve got a Tom,' she said. “Tom? Thomas? Tommy?'
The room remained silent.
“Anyone?' she asked.
“I can take a Timmy,' a woman said.
“Oh good, this message is for you. Timmy wants you not to be sad anymore. He said not to worry about money and that the children will be fine.'
The lady seemed surprised, telling the medium that Timmy was her dog.