Jamie's feet barely touched the pavement, as she tore down the street. Her first thought, was to go to her house. She could go inside and talk to her parents.
But as she glanced over her shoulder, to see Ms. Gisela, also running down the street, she realized the flaw. If Jamie went to her house, Ms. Gisela would probably follow her, and try to do the Light Leaping thing on her. And if her parents were there, Ms. Gisela might do something to them.
On the other hand, her mother and father might have been able to call the police.
But Jamie had no time to consider. So she went with the easiest possibility. She raced right past her house.
As she reached the end of the road, she began to tire. Her legs were aching. Maybe if she could just take a break—
She looked back, to see Ms. Gisela still running. The woman hadn't even broken a sweat. And she still held the crystal in her hand menacingly.
Jamie wondered how a woman, appearing in her late thirties or early forties could run so fast. So Jamie too pushed on.
She turned the corner, and raced down another row of houses. Dwelling after dwelling. Home after home.
To think that in each one, there was probably a family, or a couple, sharing a meal together. Completely oblivious to what was going on outside. Jamie couldn't help but feel a little bit of envy and resentment. But she pushed it down.
It was her fault that she was being chased down the street by a maniac. Her impulsive behaviour.
Her anger.
Even though she pushed herself harder than she'd ever done before, Ms. Gisela was still gaining on her.
And before she knew it, a draft of warm breath fell upon her neck. She stopped, and whirled, to see her neighbour, standing inches from her, smiling crazily.
"And now that you understand the rules of Leaping, shall we?"
Jamie wanted to scream no. Scream that she didn't want to do any of the creepy things Ms. Gisela suggested. That she needed to get home. But her voice wouldn't work. Only a panicked screech echoed from her vocal chords.
And before she could register it, Ms. Gisela's hand was clasping her shoulder.
"Focus, dear."
Then, there was a beam of light, shining on the sidewalk below. Ms. Gisela pushed Jamie into it.
As soon as Jamie connected with the shimmering beam of light, the world disappeared around her. Golden light swirled around her. A feeling like a million feathers and a warm breeze tickling her skin, made Jamie relax a little bit. Light Leaping wasn't hurting... yet.
As she fell through the brightness, a picture came into her mind. A necklace. With glass beads, and painted on them, flowers.
It was like the bracelet she'd drawn before, but about double the length. In the middle, there was a bead that she recognized. With the flower painted on it, that Ms. Gisela had called 'Panakes.'
At the flower's centre, was a tiny crystal, inlaid in the glass. The crystal was just like the one Ms. Gisela had used, except much much smaller.
But the memory was linked to another, one of the same, warm golden light. It was fuzzy—like it was projected on an old fashioned slide machine, or something—but the image was definitely there.
Jamie calmly wondered how that was possible. The golden light made her feel more sedate, and she was able to mull it over in her head. She was sure that she'd never experienced Light Leaping before. It was something that seemed wrong. Surely it shouldn't belong in her memory.
But if she stretched her brain—tugged herself back to the earliest time she could remember—suddenly she was sure. Sure that she had Light Leaped before. That she'd felt the gentle, caressing feathers, like she was falling into a soft pillow.
And though it was in only a seamless instant that Jamie traveled through the light, and arrived at her destination, it felt like eternity that she sat in the silent brightness.
When she finally was deposited at her destination, Jamie was feeling the effects of a headache. Hammering pain was coursing through her skull.
But what was worse, was the memories. All in full colour and sound. Fighting for attention. It was enough to make her go crazy.
Clues.
Incidents.
Strange things, that had meant nothing at the time, but now made plenty of sense.
A sickeningly familiar voice, drew her from her thoughts.
Ms. Gisela said, "Jamie Foster. Jamie, Jamie, Jamie. I never really thought we would come to this."
Jamie reached out, but only grasped air. The room she was in, felt completely dark.
Absently, she wondered how a beam of light had sent her there, if there was no light to begin with.
But as she focused—slowly—flecks of light appeared. Very faint rays shone down dimly.
Seeing the meagre light was saddening. Like little lost rays of hope, that had wandered into this eternal darkness. They were fighting the darkness. Trying to show themselves. But there was so much darkness. It was bitter, dry, and overwhelming.
With a burst of pain, Jamie doubled over, clutching her head. She let out a anguished cry, as the excruciating pain filled her head. She'd never had a headache like this before.
A frigid hand rested on her sweaty forehead. Immediately, the pain was gone—just as fast as it had appeared.
"Jamie, Jamie. Oh, dear. Come, please. That's it." Ms. Gisela's cold hand clasped Jamie's, as her neighbour tugged her forward. Jamie followed, stumbling feebly. Feeling utterly helpless.
Jamie fell into a cold metal chair. She leaned back, her skin tickling where it touched the chair.
And Jamie was not prepared for the buzz, flicker, then brilliant flash of light, that filled the room. Is seared dots into her eye balls, as she blinked, adjusting to the brightness. It took many moments for her eyes to contract properly, and she could see again.
And as her eyes fell upon the scene before her, she wanted to cry out all over again.
It was just like her dream.
A robed figure, with his hood not over his face, stood before her. Geth. Except now, he had a villainous grin on his face. Behind him, was Ms. Gisela, looking the same as she had, while pursuing Jamie. And in front of them, was two chairs. Strapped to each, was a body.
One, was Coco. The missing girl, looked worse than in Jamie's last dream. She was badly bruised, burned, and beaten, with multiple clotting wounds and scars. But her chest still rose and fell dutifully, despite her seemingly deep slumber.
In the other chair, sat Mr. Forkle.

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