Snippet #1193071

Jack watched Mrs Peterson go back across the corridor and back into the room where her daughter lay. He turned to leave. But instead he found something very unexpected blocking his way.

"Er- Hi?" he replied, nonplussed for a moment. The woman from the crime scene was there, standing in front of him wearing a look of curious sadness on her pretty features.

Soon though, he regained his senses and moved towards her, his expression set.

"I don't know what you're doing here... Or how the hell you found out about what hospital the poor girl's been taken to," he began. "But you're coming with me for questioning. If you refuse, I'll have to arrest you for obstruction of justice-"

He'd reached out to take her arm and march her back out of the ward away from the patients and Alexa Peterson's room; the sister at the other end of the long room was already looking up at them from the nurse's station. But to his bewilderment, his hand passed straight through her. There was that odd unsettling sensation of pins and needles that tight-rope-walked the boundary between tingling pleasure and mild pain, the one he'd felt before at the crime scene.

Jack stared and tried again. The same thing happened. His hand met no resistance and her form wafted out of the way as if he'd passed through through whorls of smoke before her arm reassembled itself again.

"I- I think I need more sleep," he managed finally.