I stare at the raven lamp. ‘I think we need to work out who she is.’
Meg blinks. ‘The banshee woman?’
I shudder. ‘We don’t know if she’s a banshee.’
‘But—’
‘Fine, we can call her the banshee woman, as a working title. No, I meant the girl.’ Meg cocks her head. ‘OK, so let’s assume the –’ I swallow – ‘the banshee woman is trying to communicate with me through these visions, right?’ Meg nods. ‘Well, she obviously wants me to know something. Like, there has to be a point to them. What if we need to work out who this girl is?’
Meg looks up at the picture. ‘Why?’
‘To find my dad. I still think this is all linked to him. Maybe if we work out who this girl is and why the banshee woman is showing me these visions, it’ll lead to Dad.’ Meg’s mouth drops open and my face burns. ‘I know, it’s stupid.’
‘No, no. I think you’re right.’
‘Yeah?’
‘Yeah! So, what have you seen so far?’ She pulls open a drawer in her desk and takes out a sketchpad and a pen. We lean into the red light as she starts making notes.
‘Right, first was the Europa Hotel being bombed,’ says Meg.
‘No, first are the ones I can’t remember fully. When I saw theTitanicand then potentially one at my nan’s.’
She writes them down. ‘What was next?’
I think back over the last few days and a familiar heaviness settles in my chest. ‘Next was my dad in his bedroom, hiding the notebook. The one outside Nan’s house, then Granda Frank’s funeral. And after that was…’
‘The baby,’ she says. I give her a moment and she takes it.
‘OK, so that happened.’ She adds it to the list. ‘Then you saw the girl watching the raid. That’s it?’
I shrug. ‘Well, then I remembered the vision of theTitanic. Plus, I saw…the banshee-type woman.’
‘Yes, and there was that whole psychic-connection-withme thing.’
‘This is so fucking weird.’
She nods in a matter-of-fact way. ‘Yes, but it’s also cool.’ She scribbles the last bits down and we stare at the words.
Titanic
Nan’s house
Europa
Teen Dad
Outside Nan’s
Granda’s funeral
Baby
Blonde girl at raid
Titanic 2 – link with Meg
Vision of banshee woman
