“Now,” the man said as he pushed Emery into the warehouse. “Something happened here. Tell me what it was.”

Emery closed his eyes and frowned. For once he felt nothing. His palm itched to draw his wand to amplify his senses. He looked up at the man and shook his head. “I can’t sense anything,” he said softly.

“It’s there; but you’re used to looking at things in the near past. It’s further back than you usually look. Open your mind to it and you’ll see it,” the man insisted.

A part of Emery wanted to be able to open himself further. If he could dig into events that were further in the past, he could help solve cold cases or cases where more traumas are layered over the ones that he was looking for.

He closed his eyes once again and spread his hands out, as if to capture the sensations of the past trauma. He was scared though. If he opened that door, could he close it again?