Not long after Robyn touched the belt she was assaulted with images of a very high intensity. They filled her mind and made her head throb with pain. As the seconds passed the pain increased and it felt as if her head would split in two to decrease the pressure of the attack on it. Her head didn't split into two, the images intensified further and sounds permeated her ears. The sounds were screams, the screams of children. A perverse pleasure filled her at the sound of the screams and yet they revolted her. They were screams of intense pain, screams for mercy and they continued relentlessly. As much as she tried to ignore the screams they wouldn't quiet. Despite her efforts the screams grew louder and drowned out the images.

Not able to stand any more she pulled her hand away from the belt quickly and the pain started to subside as the images faded.

Doctor Palley was concerned with Robyn's reaction to the belt. He could tell from her countenance that she'd been in great pain; something told him that he didn't want to know who had owned the belt. Despite his concerns he said nothing as Robyn moved her hand to touch the next item. It was a china doll.

A strange mix of emotions reached Robyn as she touched the doll. Happiness, loneliness and sadness all mixed into one. There was a hint of love too, the kind of love afforded to childhood toys. Carefully she picked up the doll and held it close. She studied the features and they were somehow familiar, as if she'd seen the doll a hundred times and knew every single inch of its face. Absently she brushed her fingers through its hair and hummed a tune that she'd never known before touching the doll.

After a few minutes Robyn put the doll back on the desk and again seemed to return to herself. It was reassuring that she was able to control when she could come out of these 'trances'. Whenever she came out of the trances Robyn could feel residual traces of them and faint whispers of memory from the owners of the items.

"Is everything alright?" Doctor Palley's voice broke through Robyn's reverie.

Robyn smiled sheepishly realising she'd been daydreaming, "everything's fine. There's a lot to take in with every item."

"I understand. There are only two left now. Do you want to have a break or continue?"

"It would be best to continue then have a break before going onto the next test."

Doctor Palley nodded. He'd already written over two pages of notes and was sure that anyone that read the report would find it interesting reading. What he was witnessing was something beyond anything he could have comprehended. Before meeting Robyn and seeing Robbie alive and well he'd dismissed all psychics as frauds and maniacs. He had viewed all of their ramblings as useless mumbo jumbo that had been made up to con people out of their time and money. There was no doubt in his mind that Robyn was genuine. He had living proof right in front of his eyes.

Slowly Robyn placed her hand on the next item, it was a football. Frowning slightly Robyn looked at Doctor Palley.

"There's nothing there." She stated simply.

"That's because it's brand new. I thought I'd throw it in to test you."

Robyn nodded and placed her hand on the final item. It was a paint brush, the thin kind used by artists. Memories from the painter filled Robyn's mind and they contained the painter's works and his thoughts while painting them. A peaceful expression crossed her face as she relaxed into the memories. Gentle colours worked their way onto a blank canvas turning it into a masterpiece. As absorbed as she was in the images she removed her hand from the brush and looked to Doctor Palley.

Doctor Palley took note of Robyn's absolute calm. Robyn's reactions to the doll and paint brush differed from that of her reaction to the slippers and belt. It was of no consequence, they had been powerful reactions no less and he'd not expected her to pick anything up at all. With a simple touch she'd not only sensed things from the items but had drawn something from them, the imprint of their owners.

"Why don't we have some lunch? I need to finish up some things here but you're welcome to take an hour's break and come back when you're done." Doctor Palley suggested.

Nodding Robyn turned and left the room. Instead of heading to the canteen to get herself some lunch she walked out of the main entrance into the grounds. The cold December air assaulted her as she left the adequately heated confines of the clinic. It was refreshing outside and she walked slowly around.

After being outside for a little while, Robyn was about to head back into the clinic but heard someone calling her. She knew this to be a certain someone only she could hear. Heading in the direction of the voice she noticed a man in a trench coat and hat studying a tree. The man turned when he sensed her approach and smiled, it was Detective Miller.

"You almost freeze to death fifteen years ago and yet I see you running around in a bath robe in the pouring rain several months ago and now you're out here without a coat on. Makes me wonder if I wasted my time." Detective Miller scolded lightly.

Robyn smiled sheepishly, "You didn't. Its twenty years to the day since you died isn't it?"

"It is. You know they still haven't found my body? They stopped looking a long time ago though. I can't have peace until my body is found; I'm doomed to wander aimlessly forever."

"I can help you find it."

Detective Miller shook his head, "you should know better than to go gallivanting over those mountains in winter. I should have known better. No matter when you do it it's too dangerous for you. If you pick up my trace you could very likely die, in all accounts you'd freeze to death just as I did. Don't get me wrong, I was alive when I fell wherever I fell and landed wherever I landed. My injuries were severe though and it only took an hour for me to freeze to death."

"So you're a dangerous man for me to be around then?"

"My spirit, me, is fine. It's my body which would present the problem. Traces work in strange ways; they're different for every person. Something you should be careful of. Not every spirit you encounter will be as considerate as me when it comes to traces and talking."

Robyn smiled, "that's nice to know. I better be going now, I don't want to freeze to death out here and I should eat something."

"Of course," Detective Miller replied, he was about to disappear when a thought struck him. "Robyn, don't take what Cain said lightly. There is danger coming in the future and it's closer than you think. Keep your eyes open and your wits about you. You'll know when the time has come when it has arrived."

Before Robyn could ask the Detective what he meant he vanished. Shaking her head and muttering something about dead people Robyn made her way back inside the clinic. It was obvious that the spirits were more clued in about what was going to happen then she was. Their lack of information was frustrating at best, something was stopping them sharing with her what they knew.

Detective Miller found himself in a familiar place. A place he hadn't been since he'd died twenty years before. Fear gripped him as silhouettes began to line the walls and a myriad of voices spoke to him simultaneously. Their words held a threat he knew they wouldn't hesitate to act upon.

He was in serious trouble.