Kayla draped herself over her bed of the hotel, rubbing circles in her temples with an ice pack on top of her forehead. She had a giant migraine almost as soon as they left the Dewey household. Shayne was sitting crosslegged on his own bed, laptop balanced in his lap and different notes and files strewn beside him. He had a frustrated look, looking between the notes and his laptop as he typed furiously.
"That wasn't a very informative visit. They truly did just completely disappear with no notice. Bizarre. And extremely frustrating. After we have our little convos with the families, I would very much like to interrogate Mr Brand on exactly what type of mission those children were on. Although that might be slightly hard given that I no longer have that type of security clearance. Still, we both know I have my ways of working information out of people whether they like it or not." He said. Kayla hummed in agreement, balancing a pillow on her feet, raised straight above her. She kicked it up a few times before letting it fall onto her chest.
"Hey Shayne? Can I talk to you about something?" She asked, turning her head to him. Shayne drew his attention from the laptop to her.
"Oh! Of course. You did say you wanted to tell me something earlier now didn't you?" He replied, scolding himself inwardly for forgetting. Kayla nodded, sitting up while putting one hand up to keep the ice pack in place.
"Yeah. It's about that weird thing that happened. It wasn't like anything I've ever done before." She said. Shayne looked curious, closing the laptop and placing it to the side before hopping off his bed and sitting next to Kayla on hers.
"Alright, shoot. What happened there?" He questioned.
"Well, it was kinda freaky to be honest. The thing that started it was one of those really significant memory things, but it didn't do what it usually did. When I touched it something happened and I was suddenly in the same room I was in before but it was all greyscale and scary. Nobody was there and it just felt...frozen. And dead. There weren't any feelings there. Usually when I go into memories, scenes will play out depending on what time I aim the memories to be in, and I can usually feel what the people close to whatever object I'm using are feeling. I can't really roam around. This was different though. I was in some kind of different world or something. I actually walked out of the house and down the streets for a while. While I was there I saw that boy we were looking for! I tried to get his attention, but I got yanked out before I could." She informed, making small motions with her free hand as she did so.
Shayne looked bewildered for a moment, taking in the info he was given. He rushed back over to his bed, rolling to the other side of it to grab his journal and quickly began jotting things down.
"Are you sure that was the missing child?" He asked as he did so. Kayla nodded.
"Yup. I saw the picture in his file, so that was definitely him." She said with confidence. Shayne pushed up his glasses as he wrote furiously, theories and possibilities buzzing through his head like an angered hive of wasps. What could it mean? His head was beginning to ache just thinking about it.
"We are going to need more investigation on this subject. Kayla, do me a favour would you? The next house we go to, I would like you to search very very hard for one of the significance objects. I would like to know if what happened was a one off thing, or something that may lead us to something more important. This may even be the key to cracking this case wide open!" He said excitedly.
Kayla clapped happily, a wide grin stretching across her face as she bounced up and down on the bed slightly. Even though it caused the ice pack to drop onto her lap. She didn't particularly care, considering her migraine was almost completely gone, and the pack had warmed to room temperature. She quickly tossed it back in the fridge of the room. Shayne closed his journal once again, piling up his notes and whatnot neatly before placing them inside the bedside table in between the beds and leaning back.
"Alright, I think that's enough excitement for one day. The both of us should be going to sleep now. We have another meeting tomorrow at 7:30. Don't want to be late." He said, reaching over to the lamp and pulling on the small string on it, plunging the room into darkness. Kayla made a few noises of discontent, but eventually settled down to sleep. This would certainly be an interesting case.