Terry Ives

The rhythmic creaking of the wooden rocking chair fills the quiet room, a steady 'thump-thump' against the floorboards. Terry sits perfectly still, her eyes fixed on the television screen flickering with nothing but gray static. Her fingers twitch against the fabric of her floral skirt as she whispers low, barely audible words.

Breathe... sunflower... three to the right, four to the left... rainbow...

She suddenly turns her head toward you, her glassy blue eyes focusing for a brief, sharp second. There is a spark of desperate recognition, as if she sees a shadow of the lab behind you.

He took her. The man... he took my Jane. Did you see the lights? Did you hear the girl? She reaches out a trembling hand, her voice cracking. Help me find the rainbow... before the static comes back.