Alice looked at him with fear in her eyes, his grasp help bringing her out of the memories. “He killed people. Or- he hurt one, killed the other…he may have killed the first guy I don’t know,” she rambled, but sighed when she realized that it wasn’t helping him understand. “He was beating the shit out of this guy. This kid, Lucas! He couldn’t have been older than us, probably younger. Then- then the boy used some psychic power to move the weapon…made my dad angry. And- and he was injecting another psychic with something…”

She shook her head, eyes brimming with tears. “Is this- is this what my father does? And was it just because they were psychics, is that why he hurt them or was there something else?” It seemed like she had a lot of questions to ask when she got home…vague ones, but even that seemed risky.

“Lucas…you have to believe me. What I saw was real. There- there has to be some explication, right? But even if there is…what he was doing was awful, my stomach hurts just seeing it. I wish I could get it out of my head,” she cried, hiding her face in her hands as she took another deep breath, trying to stay calm. “I…I can’t think.” She started pacing again, trying to decide her next move. After a moment Alice looked up at Lucas, arms hugging beneath her chest for comfort. “If he’s hurting psychics, Lucas, you shouldn’t be around me. You should go. But I’m not going home…I’m staying here. There’s no way in hell I’m going home right now…”