I went quickly to my computer and printed off the pages of my new book.
I felt I was now gaining my composure, I hadn’t done anything wrong, I hadn’t committed any crime, I had nothing to worry about. Or, had I?
‘Thanks Emilia, I do appreciate your co-operation, and who know we might just apprehend a villain with your manuscript’. he said smiling at me.
Who knew indeed, I thought.
The Inspector was scanning the pages with interest, sometimes going back to small details, as if to clarify them in his mind.
‘Can I make a few notes, Emilia please?’ he asked whilst doing just that.
‘Of course Inspector, I would like to help in any way I can’. I thought about all the ways I could help him in his endeavours and came up blank.
Whilst the Inspector was deep in concentration over my papers, I suddenly had another ‘dream’.
I saw a man with a hood over his face, and a small boy under his arm going into a shed like building, it was dark inside, and when he came back out again there was no child with him. I ‘moved’ closer to the shed, it was so easy, I just glided straight through the framework and up to the child.
Suddenly a small tear stained face looked up into my face, and startled, I realized he could ‘see’ me. Putting fingers to my lips to demonstrate silence, I knelt beside the boy and held him close, even though I was not really there, and I knew I wasn’t, I could feel the warmth of his small body nestled close to me.
I whispered in his ear that I would be back and not to cry, and not to be afraid. He nodded. He didn’t seem to be the least bit afraid, or even surprised to see me.
I felt such great compassion for this small soul, I knew what it was like to be locked up alone in the dark, lonely and afraid, not knowing what was going to happen next. Fear was a terrible thing made much worse by darkness, where the mind played tricks and spectres came out of every corner. I had to get him out of there, and quick.
I stepped back out of the shed, and could see the outside and surrounding area. I looked around me to get some bearings, there was nothing by way of signposts. I was in the middle of a field, but there was an aquaduct a little in the distance and this
in turn passed over a small river. I quickly made a mental note of all and any little piece of information, as to where I might be, and then ‘returned’ to my sitting room.