Emily sat reading more of the Hobbit in the library. It had been a peaceful day for her. Mostly reading after her conversation with Will earlier that day. She enjoyed being able to relax and read by the fire in the library. The leather chairs were welcoming for her. As she delved herself into the book she began to loose focus of what she was reading. Words began to run together.
The sun was setting on the cityscape. There was a deep voice from behind her. She could not distinguish what was being said. Turning around to see who was speaking to her, she saw the blood. Her hands were covered in blood. Who's blood was it? Fear crossed her face. "NO, I can't do that." She thought.
The voice got louder as she took a step forward. "Emily." It whispered. "I see you Emily."
The blood was gone off her hands now. She could feel his presence. He wanted to touch her. He reached out his hand, she could feel it but not see it. Where was he? Who was he?
She looked around her. She was in a room filled with bodies. The stench of dead bodies fill the air. She gagged, trying not to allow it to control her. "Emily" The voice said louder. "I know where you are!" It yelled.
"Emily," whispered Will, he touched her hand gently.
Emily woke with a start. The book fell from her lap creating a loud thud that echoed through the library.
"Emily, you fell asleep in here again." He said. He sat in the leather chair opposite her. "Are you OK?" he asked her.
"Yea, sorry." She knew she was just dreaming now. She tried to shake off the feeling from the dream.
"I have a favor to ask you." Will started. "It's not easy for me to ask you this, but I need your help."
Emily looked at the fire. "What do you want me to do?" She asked.
"Two kids were taken from their home. We have very little to go on. Do you think you can help us find them?" Will knew it would be difficult for her, but also knew he wasn't sure when they would find the kids.
Emily sat quietly staring at the fire. Her eyes filled with tears. What would she find if she helped Will? She'd seen enough bloodshed. The emotions from the previous dream still overwhelmed her. 'Yea" she whispered to him. She turned away from him. "Course I'll help."
Helen sat on the couch next to Sarah. Will walked into the room with Emily. He glanced at Helen, smiled slightly and nodded at her. Emily walked to the chair opposite Sarah to sit down.
"Sarah, I'd like you to meet Emily. Emily, Sarah." Helen introduced. "Emily is going to help us to find Sharina and Jacob." Helen motined for Emily to sit down, which she obliged.
"I know it sounds absurd Sarah, but I would like to help in the only way I can." Emily started. "Could you please tell me about Sharina and Jacob?"
Sarah looked at Helen questioning the statement put infront of her. Helen nodded her head. "Please go ahead. Tell her about them. I've seen first hand what Emily can do, it's quit extrodinary." Helen said.
"If you think it will help." Sarah started. "What do you want to know?"
"Jacob, how old is he?" Emily asked.
"17."
"Ok, tell me what he's like. His personality, anything he's interested in. Whatever comes to mind when you think about him." Emily sat on the edge of the chair. She placed her elbows on her knees and bowed her head. Closing her eyes she started to take deep cleansing breaths. She focused on the words and description coming from Sarah.
The room was dark, small. Where was she? She could hear voices but they were muffled. Light shown through cracks around her. She couldn't move. There was crying near her, faint whispers of a girl crying. She was scared. Nothing made any sense. Why was she here? Scrunched up in a ball. She must be in a crate. Where? More noises came from outside the wood slats. She couldn't understand it. Men, two, maybe three. More crying and what sounded like children calling someone. It was so dark. Why can't she move?
Emily opened her eyes. Looking at Sarah she took a deep breath. "He's alive. I don't know where. In something like a crate I think. It was really dark and the voices I heard didn't make any sense." She looked at Will for reassurance.
He walked to her and placed his hand on her shoulder. "you're doing great." He said.
Taking a deep breath Emily looked back at Sarah. "And Sharina?" she closed her eyes and listened to the description of the other missing teenager.
Black, nothing. She tried to open her eyes, nothing. She tried to move, nothing. Noises seemed so far away. Crying, she could hear someone crying. The crying got farther and farther away.
Emily looked up at Sarah. Her face was full of hope. "She's alive as well. I can't see anything. I think she's in the same room as Jacob. She's not awake though." She paused. "I'm sorry. I can't see where they are." She stood up. "I tried, I really did."
"thank you Emily. I appreciate you trying to find them for us. Do you think you will be able to try again later? They could be drugged right now, maybe you'll have better luck later." Helen said as Emily headed to the door.
"Yea, I'll try again." She left feeling as if she had not helped in any way. She headed down the long corridor, to the elevator.
"Emily." It was Will following her. "You did great. We know they're still alive. That's a big relief for Sarah." He pressed the elevator button.
"Yea, you're right. They are alive, for now." Emily looked toward the floor once again.
"I know it was hard. What you did today was a great thing." He continued. The elevator door opened.
Emily stepped in. "I'll try again later. I have a link to them now, I can find them easier when they're more coherent. I'll be in my room for a while." She pressed the elevator button to end the conversation.
Will returned to Helen's office. Sarah had tear lines down her cheeks. She understood that her kids were still alive. Now to help find them.
"I need to go talk to Nikki." Sarah stood up to leave the room. "Please keep looking."
"Indeed." Helen replied. She looked at her young protegue. "Will, I want you to talk some more with Emily about what she heard. Maybe she missed something. A sound that could point us in a direction."
"Yea, that's what I was thinking too. She headed back to her room. I'll go up there in a few minutes. I need to grab a bite to eat. Have you eaten at all today?" He wondered.
"Yes, Kate brought me something earlier thank you." She stood up from the couch and walked to her desk. It was covered with papers, maps and an empty tea cup. "I'll keep going over what we know already. I'm sure there's something we missed. Please keep me informed if Emily comes across anything that might be useful."
"Of course."
Will knocked on the door of Emily's room. He carried with him a tray of fresh fruit. The door opened slowly. "Yes?" Emily answered.
"I come bearing fruit for the soul." He said as he bowed. She smiled, almost laughed. Will had never seen her smile like this nor had he heard her laugh. "If this is all it takes to get you to smile, I should have done this a week ago. Can I come in?"
"Oh, yea, sorry." She said opening the door the rest of the way. The room was tidy, as if she hadn't been in it often. The drapes on the window hung wide open letting in the last few rays of sunlight. Her bed made as if she had never slept on it.
Will walked into the room and placed the tray of fruit on the small table by the window. He glanced toward the sunshine. "I thought you might be hungry." He said.
"Thanks." She replied. "I'm sorry I couldn't help any more than I did." Emily walked over to the tray. She picked up a strawberry, looked at it and took a small bite. "Mmm. Thanks." She walked to the bed and sat down. "I'll try again in a little bit."
Will sat in the chair nearest the table. "Would you prefer that I stay or leave?" he asked.
"Can you stay please." She hesitated. "I don't like going somewhere else alone. Sometimes I have a hard time finding my way back. Especially if emoitions are high."
Will handed her a plate of fruit. "Eat some more first." He waited for a moment to change the topic. "How have you been sleeping?"
"Usually with my eyes closed. I haven't figured out how to do it with them open yet." She replied sarcastically.
"You know what I mean."
She looked at her plate. "Not well." She admitted.
"Would you tell me why?"
"Nightmares."
"Yea, those can keep you up at night."
She was drifting back inside herself. Emily reached behind her, pulled the blanket that was on her bed over her shoulders. She suddenly got a chill. The fruit was fresh and juicy. Slowly she ate each piece until the plate was vacant of food. She placed the plate on the bed next to her. "Ok, let's try again." She said.
Emily sat crossed legged on the bed. She closed her eyes and took slow breaths until she was relaxed. The blanket still wrapped around her.
Only slats of light shown through the wood of the crate. Listening intently on her surroundings she could no longer hear anyone crying next to her. There were strange clicking sounds. "Sharina?" she whispered but it wasn't her voice. The darkness overwhelmed her.
Emily opened her eyes. She shook her head. "Jacob is still not coherent. Nothing is making sense." Twisting her neck and stretching her back, she took up the same position. This time looking for Sharina.