The crack in Context hung before my eyes like a twisted thread of blue lightning, frozen immobile. It was hair-thin but it shone, and as I walked around it the crack always showed me its same shape as though it was superimposed over the scene and how I viewed the scene was irrelevant.
The door opened and my boss stalked into the chapel. Hendry was ex military and bad tempered so I got my defence in early.
“Secured the scene, boss,” I told him, “Class Aleph anomaly. Hasn’t become a full portal yet.”
He paced around the crack glaring. I opened my mouth to apologise for entering the scene alone but he cut me off with a bark.
The third member of our team ran into the room and I smiled just to see her. Most psionics are a pain in the backside, talking in abstract airy platitudes and vague rambling about auras and feelings. Maryam was about as airy and vague as a Glock sidearm.
“Scan close Context. Make sure nothing’s come through.”
She nodded, eyes unfocussed and she looked right through me as she turned her head this way and that. Hendry stooped and picked up some objects from the floor arranging them in front of him. He was looking thoughtful.
“Nothing’s coalesced boss,” said Maryam walking over to him. “What are those?”
“Personal effects,” he said quietly. “Nothing’s come through but it’s taken someone. I suspected that might be possible. Reached through and wiped them from existence.”
I stepped up beside her and looked down at the things. A wallet, some glasses, some tacky mirrored shades, other items.
My wallet. My glasses. I recognised all of them.
“But no one was here,” Maryam said. She picked up the wallet and closed her eyes. “No psychometric traces. Nothing. Nobody ever even held it before.”
“I did,” I said, “Please. I did.”
“Secure the scene,” Hendry told Maryam, “I’ll call for backup. We need more people.”