Part II
He was stood within a whirl of motion. He could feel it, but resisted opening his eyes, wondering where he would find himself. A soft laugh caught his attention and he opened his eyes reluctantly. He was stood toe to toe, face to face with the young psionic. It felt wrong somehow and, looking away from her he found himself entrapped within a swirling vortex of some kind. His head swam as he tried to follow one individual out of the many entities that made up the movement encircling the two of them. He looked back at the psionic.
"What is this?"
"This is your mind. Part of it, anyway. Memories mainly." She held out her hand and whispered 'slow' to the noisy hoard that surrounded them. And they slowed, revealing themselves as flat panels of light, each containing a picture, moving of its own accord within its frame. They still moved too fast for him to focus on their individual images, but within the glances of what they held he saw his own life unfold. He reached out to touch one as it sped past but Sharon took hold of his hand before he could reach it. "Don't." She warned. "It is best that you know where you're going before you try that."
"Where? What do you mean by that?"
"If you touch it, you will become an observer to the memory that the window shows. Everyone has a room of memories like this. Only by bringing you in here with me can I control them and keep them at bay. Without you here they would swamp me."
"If I touched you without warning you wouldn't be able to control what you saw." She nodded briefly.
"It was part of my objective during the testing, to see if I could select information from a subject at will without their consent. It's easy with consent, with you here I could find just about every memory you possess. But without you present your memories are just a barrage of information. If I find what I'm looking for it is just by chance." Sharon gasped as a memory slipped past a little closer than the others. She held out a hand and it stopped, wavering and flickering in front of her. "This one stays close to you, it's in the past yet it haunts your present." She observed, examining it as if willing it to reveal its secrets. Adam turned to look at the image, his breath catching as he saw the picture that hovered there. The picture was silent, but he knew the sounds that accompanied it, the soft music that Shalimar had chosen that day.
"Emma and Shalimar." He sighed under his breath. "When Emma first arrived at Sanctuary she was unfocused, scared of her own abilities. These exercises," He gestured to the picture, "Were something that helped Shalimar obtain focus when she first arrived here, and she offered to teach them to Emma." Adam reached out to the image as if he would touch it, but drew away at the last moment. "They both taught us so much." Sharon frowned as another image was called up, stopping alongside the first. In it two simple coffins lay side by side. Adam flinched and turned away, not wanting to see more. They had been forced to bury them on Sanctuary island, the only place they could be sure they would remain undisturbed by protestors, press and the overly curious. No church yard would take them, no public cemetery.
Adam was startled out of his thoughts by a change in the movement around him, once more the images whirled out of control as the edges seemed to ripple and spread, allowing a space through which Eber stepped. She looked around her curiously for a moment before turning to Sharon. "You need to pull him out." She said. Adam started as she spoke unexpectedly. She turned to him a moment, rolling her eyes. "I do not speak because I do not hear, not because I do not think." She growled at him as the world around them all faded and he found himself releasing Sharon's hand back in the medilab.
Pulling himself out of his daze he looked up, finding Eber's head on Sharon's shoulder, both of their eyes still shut. He wondered if he should clear his throat or something, but settled for moving over to the computer to check the search results. Nothing had come up on the young feral, but it wasn't unexpected. There were many young ferals around and they were very hard to keep track of. There was a result for Sharon though. Psionic, post-cognitive and telepathic. Two parents who died in a car crash. She wasn't present for the event. Passed onto foster care but the records died out pretty quickly after that. Lost along with so many other children on a blank page.
He looked up from the records as movement caught his eye. Sharon, leaning heavily on Eber, was walking over to him.
"Eber says there's someone else here. In this place."
"In Sanctuary?" At her nod, Adam turned back to the console, calling up several security systems and schematics. Checking the codes used to access the doors he smiled. "Jesse's home."
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This is going very slowly, please give ideas!