It wasn't difficult to find the kid. She was in an old warehouse just on the outskirts of town. I was thinking about just going to get her myself, but I made a promise to Rob that I wouldn't go and rescue the kid myself.

So I called Rosemary and told her where Kira was. Rosemary thanked me and then we hung up.

I decided to give Ruth a call, since we haven't really hung out that much lately. You know, with me and Rob always together and her and this new boyfriend of hers.

And it was weird. I first met the guy when she brought him over for dinner at our house one night. And Mikey was acting all weird. Like…

…he was jealous.

I know. I know. Mikey, jealous of Ruth and her boyfriend? I mean, Mike has Claire. But still. That's just what I had observed.

Anyway, I called Ruth and we decided to go see a movie at the local cinema. They were older movies, but it was still fun. We went out for some pizza afterwards and just had some girl chat.

But it was weird. As we were sitting there, eating our pizza and talking - and even as we were watching the movie - I felt like someone was watching us.

And when Ruth was driving us home, I could have sworn I saw a car following us. But then when I looked behind us, it was gone.

Weird, I tell ya.

It may have been nothing, but I still called up Dr. Krantz anyway and told him what had happened. He told me that it was probably nothing and a result of my overactive imagination. Haha, Dr. K, very funny.

But he still called extra agents to keep watch outside my house for a couple of nights.

This would have made me feel safe going to sleep that night, if it wasn't for the fact that I still felt like someone was watching me. And very closely, too.


I stared at him. What?

"How can that be? I just had the vision!"

"I don't know, Jess. But we have to go meet Krantz. This is serious." Well, duh.

I turned back to my dad. "I'm sorry, but we have to go." I went over and hugged him tight and kissed his cheek. "I love you, Dad. I'll come back some time this week, okay?"

He nodded and let go of me. "Be careful."

I nodded and turned to go. Then remembering something, I turned around and said, "Tell Douglas something for me? Tell him I'm okay and that I'm sorry."

My dad nodded and Towson and I left.

"Well, that was certainly interesting," Towson said as we were pulling out of the parking lot.

"Yeah, tell me about it."

He looked over at me. "You feel any better?"

I nodded. "Thanks. Really. You were right."

He laughed. "I had no doubt about that." Then he laughed again. "God, the look on your face when your dad said that about being pregnant…"

I punched his arm. "Shut up. That was not funny."

"Oh, it so was. I mean, come on. You can't tell me that wasn't funny."

"Easy," I said. "It wasn't funny."

That just made him laugh again. "So you're going to tell the guy about Kia?"

"He has a name, Rich. It's Rob," I muttered, for some reason annoyed. And it wasn't because of the whole dragging-me-to-Mastriani's-to-see-my-dad thing. I sighed and then said, "Yeah, I guess I'm gonna have to."

"Jess," he said softly, "you don't have to do anything you don't want to."

I looked at him accusingly. "Oh, so now you're telling me this? Last night you told me I had to tell him."

"No, I didn't say that. I told you that I thought it would be best if you did," he said, which made me aggravated. "But I'm not making you do anything."

I groaned. "Okay, whatever. Just drive." And he did. It took us about an hour, but we finally arrived at Krane Military Base.

We went in and were immediately met by Dr. Krantz, Allan, Jill, and a bunch of other agents. We were led to the conference room from the other day.

We talked about the case for hours. Apparently not even Dr. Krantz thought it would be this complicated. He thought I'd look at the guy and immediately know where he was. Hell, I even thought that. But apparently that's not the case.

And the deal with the person they found? The autopsy report hadn't come back yet, but they suspected she had been dead for at least a couple of months.

So what did that mean? Why did I have a vision of something happening to someone when they were already dead?

Wait…was it a vision of the past? It had to be! I'm having past visions now, instead of the present.

Oh, my God. This is so weird.

When I thought of it, I told Krantz and he started thinking about it, too. "You know, Jessica," he said, "you might be right. From what you're describing, that could be it."

I nodded. Well, that helped a lot. Telling me that I'm right when I know it.

"The question is," he went on, "why are you having visions of the past? What are they trying to tell you?"

I shrugged. How was I supposed to know? I just had the visions. It didn't mean I understood them.

We stayed there until the autopsy report came back, which was not until around nine that night. The victim was a white female, age 22, 5'6", 135 pounds, brown hair, green eyes.

Oh, and she was blind. She was also poisoned. Well, not like rat poison. But she was injected with some kind of mixture that was lethal.

And that's when it clicked. My vision, I mean.

I was having visions of the serial killer's past victims. Ones that were obviously not found. Ones that people had no idea about.

What were these visions trying to make me see, though? Yeah, okay, this woman was killed. She was injected with something lethal, and she was also blind. But what did that help me?

I was so confused. Why couldn't I just have a vision of the whereabouts of this damn serial killer? It would make life so much easier. Why did it have to be harder than that?

This stupid power. It's so unpredictable. Sometimes it gives me the exact whereabouts of people. Which is, you know, nice and all. But when I really need to find someone, it gives me the places of the killer's unknown victims.

Great. Just great.

While everyone else was getting something to eat, I took the file with me and went to see Kia. She was sleeping when I went in, but I was happy just seeing her. While she was laying there, I read over the file. Again.

And I saw something that neither Towson nor I had seen before.

The serial killer had been a doctor. He had gone to medical school. He was an intern at - get this - the hospital that I was born in. He then started working at the hospital in Paoli. And then he disappeared, according to his coworkers at Paoli Hospital.

And that was when he probably started kidnapping people and injecting them with stuff and killing them.

So what was this guy doing then? Was he kidnapping these people and then injecting them with stuff as a test? Was he experimenting on them like a bunch of rats?

For what, though? What could he possibly be doing?

And where? Where was this guy's lair, where he must be carrying out these experiments?

My head hurt from all of this thinking. I tried to get things straight.

So this serial killer was kidnapping handicapped people. He was injecting them with something - a different mixture for a different person - a different handicap. And I was having visions about his past victims - the ones that were never found.

What was I supposed to do with this information? I realized I was an FBI agent, but I was no genius.

Why couldn't we just hire a detective, give him the information we have, and let him find the damn serial killer?

Oh, wait. Because the FBI is supposed to do the investigating. And because I'm Lightning Girl, and I'm supposed to be able to find the guy.

Oh, well that's just great.

Towson came in then. Seeing that Kia was sleeping, he didn't say anything. He came over and sat next to me on the end of the bed. He put his arm around me and whispered, so I could barely hear him, "You okay?"

Even though I didn't like the guy, it still felt good to be comforted like that. I nodded, then pointed to the door. He seemed to think that I wanted him to leave, or something, since he let go of me and started for the door.

"No," I whispered, "I need to tell you something."

He smiled and reached for my hand and we both left the room. I showed him what I had found in the file and then what I suspected.

"Oh, my God," he said when he came to the same realization I did. "So this guy…he's using these people like a bunch of rats."

I nodded. "That's what I think, too. Only…I can't seem to figure out where he's doing it. Experimenting on these people, I mean."

He shook his head. "That's what we thought you'd be able to figure out, Jess."

I sighed. "I know. I thought I could, too. Except I'm coming up with all these other locations, where he must have dumped the bodies after he killed them."

He looked at me curiously. "Wait, you had another one?"

I shook my head. "No, I was just…exaggerating, I guess. But still. You see what I mean?"

He nodded. "I do. But…what can we do about this?" He paused and then said slowly, "Unless…"

"What?" I prompted.

"We should go to Paoli Hospital. Talk to some of the doctors and nurses there."

I nodded. "Good idea. Let's go."

And we did. We told Krantz what we found and what we were doing and he seemed to think it was a good idea.

But imagine my surprise when we got all the way to Paoli and the Hospital was closed.

Not just for the night, no. Forever. It was closed down. The windows and doors were boarded up. You could barely see the outline of where the letters for "Paoli Hospital" had been.

Great. So now what are we going to do?

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