That night, after all of the excitement of the day, Olivia lay on the couch watching television. She kept thinking about Jody’s crime scene. She wondered how she could possibly help. She knew nothing about investigations and didn’t know if it was a task she was up for. She witnessed yet another crossing, but with a much more tragic precursor. She wondered, given her abilities, how the crime could be solved without those abilities. She knew it would be difficult to separate the factual evidence from the information she’d gathered from Jody. Although at this point, the information she had wasn’t very helpful.
Suddenly, she found herself standing in a place she didn’t recognize. She saw white tile floors and tan walls. A pedestal sink stood on the far wall. A large bath tub sat at the far end of the room. She walked to the sink, her fingertips brushing against the cold porcelain. Olivia felt someone behind her. She turned slowly and looked down. She saw tennis shoes and jeans. As her eyes moved upward, she saw a wrinkled, blue button up shirt, with thick forearms and large, strong hands coming out of the rolled-up sleeves.
Her eyes continued moving up, searching desperately for a face, but to no avail. Instead, she saw the most beautiful blue eyes staring back at her.