Bailey blinked furiously at the ceiling of the grocery store, her chin trembling as the images subsided; nausea bubbled in her empty stomach. The burn of bile lodged in her throat. "Why is this happening to me?" she whispered.

"Oh my God, she's okay!"

"Mom?"

Her voice sounded foreign, scratchy and torn, like she'd been screaming for hours. She glanced at the clock against the wall near the produce section. It had only been three minutes.

Three minutes? It felt like hours.

Gale's roughened fingers caressed Bailey's forehead and pushed through her hair. Her hand clutched Bailey's shaking arm. "What happened, Bailey?"

"Here's some water," a male voice said above them.

"Thank you," Gale said.

With help, Bailey sat up and took the water her mother offered. Her cottony dry mouth seemed to absorb most of the sip she'd taken before it even touched her throat. Bailey knocked back the drink, hoping the cold liquid would help the restriction in her chest. It felt like she couldn't breathe, like she had a cold and inhaled freezing air.

"Bailey?"

"I'm okay. We should go," Bailey said, pushing through her dizziness to get to her feet.

Everyone already thinks I'm crazy, there's no point in letting them know they're right.

After that vision at the grocery store, Bailey's body couldn't seem to stop shaking. The vision kept replaying over and over again. Not at the same level of intensity, but enough so that Bailey could recognize the street Samantha had been running down. Could she be incorporating parts of Haven into this search? Was she lying to herself about believing that the killer was here, in Haven?

Why am I clinging to this? The thought made her shoulders sag and she trampled up the stairs to her bedroom. Bailey couldn't afford to think like that and with Amanda coming, things would get better for sure.

"Hey, Criminal," Amanda teased when Bailey swung the door open. Amanda was draped, upside down, over Bailey's bed, her bare feet resting on the white pillows. Her dark hair cascaded off the end of the bed as she smiled up at Bailey.

Something had been glued back together with Amanda's presence and she felt a little weight lift off her shoulders. She felt safe and that feeling flooded Bailey as she stared at her sister... "You're here already?"

"I'm here," she whispered, her eyes serious as she searched Bailey's face.

Bailey didn't want to dive into the conversation she knew was coming, so she focused on something else. "Get your dirty feet off my pillows!"

Amanda flipped face down on the bed and settled her chin into the palms of her hands. Her elbows rested on the very tip-end of the bed and she raised an eyebrow. "What kind of greeting is that for your favorite sister? Besides, my feet are pristinely clean."

A smile tugged on Bailey's lips. Of course, Amanda would understand that Bailey didn't want to talk about that right now.

"Nice try, you're my only sister."

Sitting up, Amanda shrugged causally. "Are you at least gonna give me a hug?"

Bailey pretended to think about it but ended up nodding a second after. "Now that I'll do."

The hug was tight and warm. Bailey inhaled the patchouli oil that clung to Amanda and her nose twitched.

"Whoa. That's some emotion, B," Amanda whispered into her hair.

The simple murmur made Bailey break down and she collapsed against Amanda. Her body shaking in silent sobs and more tears streamed down her cheeks.

I've cried more today than I have in years.

She cried harder when Amanda curved a protective arm around Bailey's shaking shoulders and pulled her closer.

"Bailey-" Amanda started.

"How could this happen?" Bailey asked, her voice quivering with emotion.

"I don't know. I just don't know," Amanda whispered. "Sometimes bad things happen to good people."

After thirty minutes of tears, they'd settled right side up against Bailey's pillows. Her eyes were swollen and red as Amanda cradled her head into her shoulder. Amanda's body was curved around Bailey and their feet intertwined at the bottom of the bed.

Bailey clung to Amanda tightly, never wanting her to leave. "You think I should stop, don't you?" Bailey sniffled, her voice sounding nasally and restrained as she focused her gaze on the ceiling above her bed.

She thought she knew what Amanda would say, but she was wrong.

"No," Amanda shook her head.

Puzzled, Bailey frowned. "What?"

"You have to follow your gut. I've always told you that. When you can't trust anything or anyone anymore, know that your gut is your most powerful tool. It's a part of our special powers; you, me, and Mattie. It skips generations you know. It's why Mom and Dad don't have it," Amanda said, pausing before letting out a tiny giggle. "Also, if anything like this were to happen to me, I'd be comforted by the fact that I could count on my sister. Gwen is in hell right now. She needs someone looking for her and when you find her, she'll know how much she means to you."

Bailey wiped at the fresh tears burning as they overlapped the dry tear tracks from before. "When? You don't even think she's dead?"

Amanda dropped a kiss against Bailey's temple. "You're an amazing person, Bails. I know what you're capable of. You think she's alive right?"

Bailey nodded. "I know she is. I can feel it."

"And I feel that. She's alive and you can't stop looking for her."

"Mom wanted you to talk some sense into me."

Amanda shrugged. "I told you, B, Mom doesn't have what we have."

"And what exactly do we have?"

"It skips generations. We have powers, you, me, and Mattie. I mean it can't just be me."

Bailey snorted. "It's just you! You're cracked. I told you to stay away from those New Age people. You are such a hippie."

Amanda pinched Bailey's shoulder. "You say that, but you aren't telling me something. I can feel it."

"You are such a weirdo."

Bailey didn't miss the mischievous smile playing on Amanda's lips. "Bails," she whispered, "if I didn't know you so well I'd say I barely recognize you. I wondered if it had skipped you too for a while. It happened with me and Mattie when we were really young."

Amanda slowly sat up and reached forward, tucking Bailey's hair behind her ear. Her hands cupped the sides of Bailey's face. "It's about time this brave young woman came out of hiding."

Bailey shrugged and tugged out of Amanda's grip, dropping her chin down to her chest. She was worried whatever it was Amanda saw wouldn't be enough to do anything and she knew she would need help. All these roadblocks slamming in her way knocking her off course...

"Amanda, will you help me?"

She blinked in surprise. "What?"

"I'm in trouble... missing school, getting arrested. I'm under such scrutiny that my movements are restricted. I need to show Mom and the Sheriff that I'm no longer off the deep end. I need to go back to school. I need to give them the impression that I've given up but I can't do that unless I know someone else is looking. Amanda, please? This is important and I need you to stay longer. I need you to be me while I'm at school making people think I'm not crazy anymore."

"I'm not sure what I can do. I have classes myself. Do you know how expensive college is?"

"Amanda, I need your help," Bailey pleaded and she watched the struggle play across her sisters' face.

"Tell me what you're not telling me, Bailey. I know you haven't told me everything."

Bailey paused and focused her gaze on Amanda's face. It was almost like Amanda knew. Bailey couldn't tell her, it would feed into Amanda's fantasies and she'd end up making them both look crazier.

"It's really all I have."

"Bailey, that is not good enough."

"Someone's life is in danger!"

Amanda shook her head.

"Damn it! I'm having nightmares that never stop. Not even in the day!"

The surprise that crossed Amanda's face made Bailey wish she hadn't given her sister that much. "Visions? I-I knew you were special, but... all I get are crummy feelings.You were with Dad when he won, weren't you?" Her eyebrows drew together as she scowled. "Oh that little shit!"

"Not visions," Bailey said, regretting the lie little. "It was just a feeling. Don't make me a freak like you."

Amanda elbowed her in the gut. "I know you don't mean that." She heaved a sigh and settled back against the headboard of Bailey's bed. "I can only stay for a few days. I'll do what I can while I'm here, but I won't stay longer. Just because our family has money doesn't mean it's my money. I want to be able to make my own."

"I understand."

"I have to pee," Amanda said.

Bailey scoffed with disgust. "I didn't need to know that." She pointed to her own bathroom. "I got my very own bathroom right over there."

Amanda wiggled her eyebrows. "Perks of winning the lotto! You know that money should be yours right?" she shouted and leapt off the bed, darting towards the bathroom.

At least I wasn't the only one that thought so.

When the door to the bathroom shut, Bailey got to her feet and walked down the hall towards Matt's room. Not bothering to knock, she pushed the door open. The minute she walked in pain sliced through her. Flinching, she glanced down and lifted her foot. She'd stepped on the corner of a hardback book. She shook her head, darting a glare at the back of Matt's head before she bent down and picked it up, placing it with the others on his book shelf.

His room was a mix of books, movies, games, manga, and comics. It smelled like sweat and Cheetos but was surprisingly clean aside from that book. He had two black gaming chairs in front of a flat screen television and different gaming consoles side-by-side. He sat in one of his chairs whispered obscenities to the television screen.

"I can't believe your room is this clean," Bailey said as she made way towards the free gaming chair next to him.

His head turned swiftly. "Would you knock first? What if I'd been naked?"

"I would've been scarred forever?"

He sneered, but acknowledged that he couldn't get her to leave by nodding towards his empty chair. "What do you want?"

Bailey shrugged. She hadn't really thought about what she wanted until the words came out. "Do you have a special power?"

His tiny shoulders stiffened and he didn't answer right away.

"Well? Do you?"

"Amanda's home isn't she?" Matt asked with a snort. "She's cracked. Mom told her to stay away from those New Age people. They put weird ideas into her head."

Bailey nodded and felt a weight lift from her shoulders. "I told her too, but Mattie-"

"Come on! You don't believe her do you? Amanda's always been slightly... off."

Bailey didn't argue that.

"I guess that's why you two get along so well," he added.

Scowling, she turned in the chair and kicked his leg. He dropped his controller and warded her off by catching her foot. She jerked it forward and tried to pull away with no success. "Let go."

"If you're gonna kick me, do it right. It takes more energy to hit and miss than it does to hit and make it."

"Yes Obi-wan."

Matt shrugged and dropped her foot. "Just so long as you recognize the master, then we're good."

"Master my foot."

The smile was wide on his face as Bailey stood to leave.

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"Just be you, Amanda. Go to the police station, show a little leg, flirt, and tell them you're doing a paper on law enforcement so they won't raise any red flags when you ask questions," Bailey said, handing her sister a brush as the girl stood in front of Bailey's vanity and tongued her teeth free of lipstick.

"I'm not a tease!" She scoffed and furrowed her brows into a scowl.

"Hmm, according to Eric Jacobs you are," Bailey said.

Amanda frowned. "Eric Jacobs? Eric Jacobs... Eric Jacobs from grade school Eric Jacobs? Really, Bailey, that's ancient history and I only went on one date with him. Biggest regret of my life," she mumbled.

Bailey sighed and changed the subject before Amanda could go completely off tangent. "Get information from the file, find out what they're speculating. Stop by the Atherton's to give your condolences, look at where she was when it happened. You remember what I told you right?"

Amanda clenched her teeth while tucking her hair behind her ears, "Yeah."

Bailey knew the retelling of the night it happened had frightened Amanda. Her big sister couldn't even watch horror movies without her little sister nearby. When Amanda was in high school, she'd had a sleep over with her friends and they'd rented tons of horror movies, watching every one of them. Bailey hadn't been allowed to stay up with them, so when it was time for bed, she'd gone to her room, and scooted over to the wall, knowing Amanda would eventually sneak in. Bailey remembered waking up that morning to loud snoring and a heavy arm draped over her forehead. Amanda had never been a pretty sleeper.

Amanda, you're my big sister, and I need your help now. Bailey didn't say it, but she knew Amanda understood. Amanda had her own way of just knowing things too. When Amanda had been afraid and needed help, Bailey had been there.

It was time to return the favor.