What if the yellow-eyed demon trapped Sam in his vision?
Sam walked out of the clinic where he had been recording all the names and addresses of every baby born six months ago. This was a small clinic, so he only had four names on his list. He wondered how his dad and brother had fared. Hopefully, they had gotten a small number also, and there wouldn't be too many kids to check out.
He started to head down the steps when he was gripped with a blinding pain. "Not now," he thought. "We have to concentrate on finding this demon." Then he was in his head, seeing not the world around him, but an event in the future. A woman with dark hair was tapping on a light that was flickering. He saw a clock stop and the woman walked into a nursery. She walked over to the window and looked out as a train whistle blew nearby.
The world came back into focus. "That must be where the demon is going to strike next," he realized, since nothing much happened in the vision. He pulled out a map he had of the town looking for train tracks. It looked like train tracks ran by a residential section about a mile from where he was. He took off running.
He arrived in a park and crossed it to see a house where he recognized the curtains from his vision. Across the street, he saw the woman from his vision walking, pushing a stroller. Not really having a plan, Sam ran over to her. "Hi," he said, "My name's Sam, I just moved in down the street."
"Oh, hi Sam, my name's Monica," she answered.
"Have you lived in the neighborhood for long?" Sam asked, trying to stall for time to figure out what to do.
"We moved here right after Rosie was born," Monica answered.
Oh, yeah, find out how old Rosie is. "How old is Rosie?" Sam asked, trying to sound casual.
"Six months, today," Monica answered, proudly.
"Six months, today?" Sam said. That meant the demon was coming tonight.
"Yeah, she's big, right? Growing like a weed. Smart, too. She looks at you and it's like she can read your mind."
So, she has psychic abilities already, maybe? Sam noticed that Monica was looking at him oddly. He hadn't said anything for a couple of minutes.
"Monica…" he trailed off, having no idea what he could say to her that she wouldn't think sounded crazy. "Take care of yourself," he ended, lamely.
"Yeah, you too, Sam," Monica said, as she saw her husband pulling into their driveway and went to meet with him.
Sam headed across the street to the park. He looked back at Monica and her family, when once again a blinding pain seized him. He saw Monica going into the nursery again and there was a man there. Monica said, "What are you" that was as far as she got before she was thrown against the wall. She slid up it to the ceiling, where her stomach began to bleed and she caught on fire.
Then something weird happened. The man turned so that Sam could see him and his eyes glowed yellow. "Sorry, Sammy," he said. "I can't let you prevent this. You're going to have to stay in this vision."
Sam had only a second to wonder what that meant before the vision started over from the beginning. It played out until Monica started burning and started again. Each time it started the pain worsened. The fourth time, Sam grabbed his head, sank to his knees and let out a scream.