no chance. Super powers? Sage, this is fiction.
Caroline must have mistaken dropping the glass in the first place, or someone
else picked it up and she didn’t realize it. It just doesn’t seem possible.
It’s impossible.”
Detective
Sage nodded and agreed. “But it is something to consider.”
“Just
don’t let it dilute your focus Sage.” Sergeant Murdock headed for the door but
stopped to remind him that he was always available to help with the
investigation, if he ever needed or wanted it.
Sage
waited until he knew the sergeant was gone before he started to read the
entries in the girl’s diary, though the pages were covered in blood and made
the copies difficult to read.
Aug. 9,
…school
was interesting today, our history teacher’s dad is in the hospital, so he’s
going to Wyoming to see him, tomorrow we’re getting the intern at the high
school as our sub for the next week or so. I heard that she’s kinda weird, but
I haven’t met her, so we’ll see. Maybe we’ll get lucky and they’ll just as soon
cancel class for a week or so while our regular teacher’s out.
Sage
found someone she hadn’t met, the only person she’d mentioned meeting that far.
He continued to read in an attempt to learn more about that person.
Aug. 10,
…the
weirdest thing happened today. I dropped a glass on the floor in the kitchen
and broke it, but when I gathered the pieces up in my hand, the glass fixed
itself. It was completely fixed as if I hadn’t dropped it in the first place! I
told my parents but they just assumed I was lying about it, that or they
ignored me…though I have to admit, I’m not sure I’d believe it myself if I
wasn’t there.
Aug. 11,
…something
weird is going on, I noticed it first yesterday and I thought it was a fluke or
something, but now I did it again today. I went to pick up a glass of water I
had, and my hand moved through it. I thought at first that I missed it, then I
picked it up and was halfway to my room when it fell, my hand went through it again!
I know I didn’t just drop it, because my hand was soaking wet when it hit the
floor. What’s going on?
Aug. 12,
…I
found that I need to concentrate when I’m holding or carrying glass, but
anything else is fine! Bowls, plastic cups, books…it’s just glass…something
else happened, I dropped a glass again, but when I went to pick up the pieces,
the glass repaired itself, no cracks, nothing was wrong with it! What on earth
is this? What is going on?!
Sage
stopped and stared at the entries. He reread the entries twice and then took
out a note pad and scribbled a few notes before he read the final entry.
Aug. 13,
I
found something really cool today. I tried it out once my parents left for
their dinner. I tried walking through the sliding glass door that leads to our
porch, and I walked straight through it! I think I walked back and forth about
twenty times before I finally ran upstairs and tried it out on the triple paned
window in my bedroom, which worked too! After that I had to come and write this
down! This is so cool!
Detective
Sage stopped reading. There wasn’t anything left. He set the pages aside,
looked back at the information he had on the previous victims, and for a second
believed he’d found something.
He
examined the notes on the first victim, Red Irons, and recalled that he’d spent
nearly a half an hour under water before the second victim, Breanna French,
dove in and saved him. Sage jotted down a few notes, though they were merely
ideas, and continued down the list.
---*---
Chapter
3
August
16 th , 2029
9:15
AM
Baltimore,
Maryland
“You’ve
lost me,” Felton told Detective Sage as they both hunched over his desk.
The
desk in question was blanketed in documents which ranged from photos of
Caroline Reynolds’ diary to crime scene information and documentation.
Detectives Felton and Sage studied the small set of notes Sage compiled on
everything he knew about the victims and
Caroline must have mistaken dropping the glass in the first place, or someone
else picked it up and she didn’t realize it. It just doesn’t seem possible.
It’s impossible.”
Detective
Sage nodded and agreed. “But it is something to consider.”
“Just
don’t let it dilute your focus Sage.” Sergeant Murdock headed for the door but
stopped to remind him that he was always available to help with the
investigation, if he ever needed or wanted it.
Sage
waited until he knew the sergeant was gone before he started to read the
entries in the girl’s diary, though the pages were covered in blood and made
the copies difficult to read.
Aug. 9,
…school
was interesting today, our history teacher’s dad is in the hospital, so he’s
going to Wyoming to see him, tomorrow we’re getting the intern at the high
school as our sub for the next week or so. I heard that she’s kinda weird, but
I haven’t met her, so we’ll see. Maybe we’ll get lucky and they’ll just as soon
cancel class for a week or so while our regular teacher’s out.
Sage
found someone she hadn’t met, the only person she’d mentioned meeting that far.
He continued to read in an attempt to learn more about that person.
Aug. 10,
…the
weirdest thing happened today. I dropped a glass on the floor in the kitchen
and broke it, but when I gathered the pieces up in my hand, the glass fixed
itself. It was completely fixed as if I hadn’t dropped it in the first place! I
told my parents but they just assumed I was lying about it, that or they
ignored me…though I have to admit, I’m not sure I’d believe it myself if I
wasn’t there.
Aug. 11,
…something
weird is going on, I noticed it first yesterday and I thought it was a fluke or
something, but now I did it again today. I went to pick up a glass of water I
had, and my hand moved through it. I thought at first that I missed it, then I
picked it up and was halfway to my room when it fell, my hand went through it again!
I know I didn’t just drop it, because my hand was soaking wet when it hit the
floor. What’s going on?
Aug. 12,
…I
found that I need to concentrate when I’m holding or carrying glass, but
anything else is fine! Bowls, plastic cups, books…it’s just glass…something
else happened, I dropped a glass again, but when I went to pick up the pieces,
the glass repaired itself, no cracks, nothing was wrong with it! What on earth
is this? What is going on?!
Sage
stopped and stared at the entries. He reread the entries twice and then took
out a note pad and scribbled a few notes before he read the final entry.
Aug. 13,
I
found something really cool today. I tried it out once my parents left for
their dinner. I tried walking through the sliding glass door that leads to our
porch, and I walked straight through it! I think I walked back and forth about
twenty times before I finally ran upstairs and tried it out on the triple paned
window in my bedroom, which worked too! After that I had to come and write this
down! This is so cool!
Detective
Sage stopped reading. There wasn’t anything left. He set the pages aside,
looked back at the information he had on the previous victims, and for a second
believed he’d found something.
He
examined the notes on the first victim, Red Irons, and recalled that he’d spent
nearly a half an hour under water before the second victim, Breanna French,
dove in and saved him. Sage jotted down a few notes, though they were merely
ideas, and continued down the list.
---*---
Chapter
3
August
16 th , 2029
9:15
AM
Baltimore,
Maryland
“You’ve
lost me,” Felton told Detective Sage as they both hunched over his desk.
The
desk in question was blanketed in documents which ranged from photos of
Caroline Reynolds’ diary to crime scene information and documentation.
Detectives Felton and Sage studied the small set of notes Sage compiled on
everything he knew about the victims and
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