Psychic in Sleepy Hollow

By: Rebecca Christie

I am sitting in an interrogation room waiting for the people I have come to see. The police station of the small town is actually pretty busy. A tall old fashioned man opens the door allowing a short black woman to come inside. The man closes the door after her and sits down next to the woman.

"My name is Lieutenant Abbie Mills and this is my partner Ichabod Crane," the woman says. The woman had the standard police uniform on and I can tell she has a gun on her. The man has full facial hair along with long hair that is pulled back in a low ponytail. Everything about him screams that he doesn't belong in this time. To someone else that might seem weird but to me it was fine.

I turn and look at Ichabod and ask, "Do you really know anything about blending in?" Ichabod gives me a confused, calculating look.

"Why did you request to see us?" Abbie asks me. I smile at her about her business attitude.

"I'm here to help you two," I explain. Now they are both confused. "I have been informed right that you are the two witnesses one of which is from the time of the revolutionary war?" I ask to show them how much I know. I don't know that much but I know enough to convince them to trust me.

"What do you know of our work?" Ichabod asks his accent somehow making me feel better even though it is slightly accusing. It reminds me of someone else I know.

"Only what I was told," I answer him.

"Told by whom?" he asks me.

"You don't have the clearance to know anything about him. All you need to know is the fact that I am not working for Moloch or any government," I tell them.

"How do we know you are not lying," Abbie asks me. I take a deep breath.

"Give me your hands," I say holding out my own palms up. Ichabod being the gentleman grabs my hands before Abbie can. I close my eyes and concentrate. I am unsure if this will help me because I have only seen the past from one person. The universe must like me because it works. I see a woman with red hair closing her eyes and whispering. I knew in a moment this must be Katrina. I open my eyes and let go of his hands.

"I am a psychic but sometimes when I read people for the first time I see some of the past if it is still relevant," I start to explain. "Your wife Katrina is very beautiful with that red hair. She is how you are here. Tonight she will visit you in your dreams," I finish. They stare at me.

"Can you give us a few minutes?" Abbie asks. They both get up not waiting for my answer. I am again by myself but I can see that it will only be for a few minutes. Only Abbie comes back in this time. She sits down and holds her hands out.

"You do know that what I give you may happen years from now?" I ask her.

"Yes," she replies.

"Ok but a business one only like I gave Ichabod," I tell her. I see her confusion a second before I grab her hands and concentrate. What I see truly frightens me. I see a dark place and she is alone. It makes me shiver and Abbie's face is more scared then anything I have ever seen. I let go of her hands trying not to look scared. "This is going to sound stereotypically vague but you will be trapped in a dark and scary place," I tell her. She looks a little disappointed. "You will be saved though," I add. I didn't really see that but she doesn't need to know that.

"We have decided to believe you," Abbie says after a minute of silence.

"Great," I exclaim.

"What's your name again?" she asks.

"Jessica Boyer," I answer her. Abbie leads me out of the interrogation room. Ichabod is right outside the door and stands right next to me as we walk to our new destination.

"We are going to take your to a motel," Ichabod explains to me.

"I assume my stuff which was taken when I arrived will be returned to me," I say. With all of us standing up I can truly see how tall Ichabod is (he must be around 6' 1") and how short Abbie is (I am 5' 5" and she is a little shorter than me). Abbie nods her head at my statement. I brought a small suitcase with about a week's worth of cloths in it. I don't know how long I am staying so I figured I would buy stuff if it was more than that. I have to get in the back of the police car so that Abbie can drive and Crane can sit on the passenger's side.

We are driving to the motel when I ask, "I assume it is SOP to have a guard outside my room?"

"Yeah there will be one there," Abbie answers.

"What is SOP?" Crane asks us.

"Standard operating procedure," I tell him before Abbie has a chance.

"Thank you Miss. Boyer," Crane thanks me. I hold back a giggle but not the huge smile on my face.

"You're welcome," I reply. Since I couldn't open the doors from inside the car Crane opens the door and offers a hand to help me out. "I feel like I should curtsy," I tell them. Abbie gives a little giggle and tells me she knows what I mean while Crane ignores the comment. We walk up to the room and there is already an officer there. I introduce myself and he hands me my suitcase. We go into the room and I see that it is the typical queen sized bed motel room.

"Are you even old enough to be here on your own?" Crane asks me. Although I know it is just an innocent comment it rubs me the wrong way.

"I am twenty one years old. This means I can drive a car, buy drugs, I can and have voted, fight in the army, and I can get a drink at a bar. I live on my own in my apartment in Michigan and have for a couple of years. I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself thank you," I rant. Crane has a frightening look on his face. I look at Abbie and we both start hysterically laughing. Crane now has a look of slight confusion and annoyance on his face.

"I'm sorry I just hate when people underestimate me," I say after calming down.

"My apologies Miss. Boyer," Crane apologies.

"Well it's late so we will come and pick you up tomorrow to work on whatever it is you are here to help us with," Abbie explains. We say our goodbyes and then they leave. The rest of the day is uneventful as I watch some TV and then ask the officer outside to order some food. The bed is slightly uncomfortable but I fall asleep quickly