History's Treasures; Toronto, Canada
Mike Celluci watched the fire department futilely battling the blaze. Officially, an arsonist used a unique accellerant. He couldn't help but remember what Vicki asked when they were in the antique store. Removing the glowing ball destabilized something.
Knock. Mike turned and saw Colin Harris looking in the passenger window. The young man was a witness to the varied cases connected to Lewis's murder. He somehow avoided a police APB. Mike pressed the button and the door unlocked with click. Colin opened it, climbed in and closed it quickly. He slouched in the seat not wanting to be seen.
"What happened?"
"A chain reaction." Colin sounded overwhelmed. "Nicholas had to know."
"You were in the store." Is that why Vicki was there? Mike wondered.
Colin nodded. "Those scrying stones were supposed to be dormant. It recognized him. That shouldn't be possible." He shook his head. "He's scary old."
"Vampire?"
"Not sanguine. They can't walk in daylight. Or use artifacts associated with the sun."
How do you know? "How are you involved in Sophie Lewis's murder?"
"Kevin came into the store claiming he was researching a script. He wrote one for cover." Colin shook his head. "It was bad enough to be a film student horror movie." He sighed. "We were dating before he asked the wrong question. He didn't tell me the truth because I wouldn't have believed him." Pause. "A group of crazy New Agers are trying to save the world. They're caught in a conflict among demi gods. Unless they're right about Ms. Nelson, we're all screwed." He didn't sound confident.
"What happened in Curtis Park?"
"A Hail Mary." Colin hesitated. "Whatever healed her wasn't the Naiad."

Dreamscape
A world in shades of gray formed around Vicki Nelson. She found herself standing on Etobicoke Creek near Lake Ontario, the partially frozen water beneath her feet. Mist receded from both shores, revealing a glowing area in the Dog Park between the Creek and Island Road. Somehow she knew there was a body there.
A baby's cries distracting her and she started walking. A symbol glowed, scorched in the Trail as she walked under Lakeshore Boulevard bridge. It felt familiar somehow, but she didn't recognize it.
"What are you trying to tell me?"
Sophie Lewis and Charlotte Arnaud were not the first, she thought as another grave glowed in Breen Park near the railroad bridge.
Symbols covered the underside of it. Vicki stopped, resisting the pull to continue. She knew she'd seen them before she made detective. A basement door came to mind, but she couldn't place it. Was it more lost time?
The water rippled, nudging her forward.
New memories surfaced as she neared the Golf Club. As a rookie she assisted with securing a crime scene. A glowing, transparent woman stepped out of the trees and watched Vicki walk passed. According to the victim's husband, she disappeared while her husband was on a business trip to Vancouver. She was found dead near the Creek. Her husband and his attorney convinced investigators that she was having an affair. Vicki didn't believe it, but there was nothing she could do. No charges were ever brought.
Two similar cases flashed through her mind like a malfunctioning projector as she entered Valley Park. The second one involved a missing child. She couldn't let that one go. The girl's father was accused of staging the abduction. But Vicki saw something in his eyes. After the missing person case, she couldn't let it. Instead, she solved it off books and quietly presented it to the detective who got credit.
"Are these cases connected?"
A boy stood near the water's edge in Orchard Heights Park. He seemed familiar. As as a uniformed officer and then a detective, she interacted with so many people. Vicki remembered the victims she interacted with directly or investigated their murders. She apologized for forgetting as she passed him.
"What are you trying to tell me?" Vicki demanded as a glow on the Queen Elizabeth Way off West Mall off ramp caught her attention. An indistinct form jumped off the bridge and disappeared before hitting the ice.
It reminded her of the two recent suicides. "Tell me how to stop it!"
A form similar to the Naiad formed from the ice between the bridges. It took a moment to realize she was looking at herself. A light glowed from the figure's abdomen. She looked down and she was glowing in the same location. The brightness increased as the cries amplified. A whining came from the figure and the ice cracked, breaking as the living statute created by Medusa did.
The light continued until it was blinding. Then burst and receded. She found herself farther up the Creek. Vicki looked around, trying to place the location. The damaged trees showed an intersection. The Queensway and West Mall, she realized. She was near where Charlotte Arnaud was found. The trees to her left shook. Then disappeared, revealing a glowing mound.
Another body? How many were buried along the Creek? Why? "I don't understand!"
"The Trail to Britannia…" The Naiad's words echoed.
Vicki wondered what that meant. Two possibilities came to mind. The first was that her connection to what was happening was set in motion a long time ago. The second was the most recent deaths along the Creek weren't the first. Both could be true, she realized.
"How do I stop it?"
The glowing mound opened, creating a wavering image like a movie screen. An artesian well appeared surrounded by smooth stones with symbols burned onto them. Vicki knelt next to it, cradling her arms like she held a baby. Glowing energy flowed from her abdomen into her arms…

Vicki's New Apartment
Vicki woke startled, her heart racing. The sound of a screaming baby echoed through her mind. She absently set a hand on her abdomen.
Coreen sat on the edge of the bed. "You were having a nightmare." She sounded worried. "I had to shake you."
"Henry…"
"Went to check Etobicoke Trail near Britannia Road." Her concern increased. "You don't remember?"
Vaguely. It was coming back to her.
Coreen found her phone while she asked, "What did you see?"
"Something wants me to sacrifice the baby at the Naiad's shrine." Human or not, Vicki knew she couldn't do it.

Etobicoke Creek Trail near Britannia Road
Henry Fitzroy parked on the side of the road. He had doubts and a growing list of questions. Corrupting a place of power and causing chaos was within the realm of possibility. Except if Astaroth contaminated a congregation, there would be a lot worse happening. Unless the group that summoned the Naiad were actively disrupting it.
He climbed out of his car and looked around. It was an open area with few trees. With the airport on other side of the road and an industrial area beyond the Creek, it wasn't the most scenic. Walking down the Trail toward the water, he saw nothing that looked like a temple or shrine or any reason someone would build one there.
Then he heard water bubbling. It sounded like an artesian well. Henry followed the sound into a group trees next to a bend in the river and found a small pool surrounded by smooth stones. Crouching near it, he used his cell phone as a flash light and illuminated it. Each one had a different symbol seemingly burned into it.
The energy was definitely but wrong. How did you corrupt it? Henry wondered, shining his light around. Melted candle wax, incense and partially burnt herbs said someone tried a ritual. Then he noticed an artifact in the water.
Henry moved back quickly. The temple wasn't corrupted. The power was redirected. No wonder the Naiad was angry. Someone summoned her and drained her power. Why couldn't you break free?
How was the Incan priest involved? When they investigated him initially, they focused on stopping him. The dreams where Pacha Kamaq exposed Henry to sunlight reminded him of what was happening with Vicki. If she was right about Nicholas, and she was a good judge of character, that meant someone else manipulated them. Someone wanted him free. Or the baby born.
Walking back to the car, he reviewed the series of events that led to the current situation. A man figured out how to summon a demon. One Henry was familiar with and knew how to stop. Something brought an Inquisitor addicted to vampire blood. Medusa established a nightclub. An Incan priest arrived. Many of the supernatural problems seemed to target him or Vicki. Did something cause it? More importantly, what did it accomplish?
He hoped it wasn't connected. After more then four-hundred-and-seventy years, he knew bad things happened without supernatural manipulation.