Free Winters Family Psi Chronicles 1: Transformation by John O'Riley Page A

hospitals as relatives and friends discovered them.
    “I think I’ve found something,” Skylar said grimly.
    “What is it?” Jeremy said.
    “Friends and relatives of people like us who’ve posted articles online and also asking for help,” Skylar said.
    “But no one knows anything,” Jeremy said.
    “Not that I can find but if there’s an answer, I’ll find it here.”
    Jeremy sincerely doubted that but it was their best shot. He returned to the couch and watched the news. Numerous shots of devastated homes in Missouri and Nebraska started to add to his depression so he turned off the television.  Skylar continued perusing articles and blogs online for several hours before taking a much needed break. He stuck a frozen pizza in the oven for dinner and set it on the coffee table in the living room when it was ready. Even though Jeremy was starving, his stomach began heaving as soon as he took his first bite. Without warning, he experienced a strange sensation like a spasm in his skull. The platter of pizza slid several inches away from him towards the edge of the table.  Skylar flinched and stared at it. Jeremy felt the same peculiar sensation accompanied by the platter of pizza sliding yet again even farther and faster.  Skylar reached out and pulled it toward the center of the table.
    “You did that,” Skylar said.
    “I think so,” Jeremy said with amazement.
    A powerfully sharp and vivid scene jumped into his mind of his living room. A dark-haired woman burst into the room and made a beeline for his desk, opened the drawer where his address book was kept, and pulled it out. She thumbed through it until she came to Skylar’s name. She said the address out loud. The angle of the room abruptly shifted and Jeremy could now see the woman’s face. She bore a remarkable resemblance to his sister, Emily. Her brown eyes looked up and gazed out the window to study the front yard as if checking for something. Jeremy intuitively knew that this young woman was in fact his younger sister and that he was seeing an unknown point in the future. The sun shone dimly through the window which made him realize it was early in the morning. Emily hastily rushed over to the front door and emerged from the house only to be shot in the chest three times by a man hidden behind a cluster of bushes near the sidewalk. The vision abruptly ended and a cold horror washed over Jeremy at what he’d just witnessed. His sister hadn’t died all those years ago but she would die very soon. Questions swirled chaotically through his mind about what had happened to her. He remembered his mother telling him she’d passed away. The police had found her charred remains and had gained a positive ID via dental records and some of her personal affects. A grim determination to ensure Emily’s survival took hold of Jeremy.
    “Emily,” Skylar murmured with shocked amazement. “She’s alive.”
    Jeremy’s gaze locked with his friend’s as he realized that he’d telepathically seen the vision.
    “We have to save her,” Jeremy said.
    “She’s going to be at your house in the morning. Do you think it’s tomorrow?” Skylar asked.
    “We could drive down to my house but it’ll be risky. It’s already dark out and neither one of us can guarantee that we’ll be conscious for the entire trip,” Jeremy said.
    “I think we have a better chance of making it there alive if you do the driving,” Skylar said.
    Before Jeremy could remark on that, his unwanted telepathy kicked in again. A myriad of thoughts churned chaotically through his mind.
    “I wouldn’t be too sure of that,” Jeremy said weakly.
    “Hmm.” Skylar regarded him with concern.
    He left the room to take some more painkiller and offered some to Jeremy.
    “I think we’re getting better. I haven’t passed out for hours now,” Skylar said wryly.
    “Very funny,” Jeremy said. He knew it was risky to drive in his current condition but he wasn’t going to miss an opportunity to