her. There were several remote-viewers at the facility. The strongest had been a level four but it was likely they were stronger now. Emily forced herself to relax so she would maintain a strong grip on her psychic talents. It was vital that she retained complete control of her psychic ability as her telepathic strength was only a level four and the only way to detect when she was being observed by remote-viewers.
Emily went through the mental exercises necessary to delve deep into a relaxed, meditative state which wasn’t conducive to safe driving but better than being tracked down by security operatives and gunned down. If she had possessed stronger telepathic ability, she could have blocked the remote-viewer from locking onto her. When Emily could sense the withdrawal of the tracker, she pulled off the freeway and headed north via the side streets. She’d been forced to pass an exit to throw the security operatives off track. Hopefully, they wouldn’t figure out that she’d formulated a plan or what motivated her. Police, ambulance, and fire trucks swarmed everywhere as city officials frantically attempted to help those in need. Emily knew that the electrical storm had caused many fires in the city as this type of damage had occurred all over the world. Some areas had been harder hit than others. When Emily turned onto Jeremy’s street, a sense of wrongness took hold. This wasn’t what she’d seen in her vision. Emily came to a stop at what should have been her brother’s home but it wasn’t the one she’d foreseen.
“This isn’t possible!” Emily cried out with frustration and fear.
She stared at the unfamiliar, blue house with a cramped lawn. It had a small driveway with a small white sedan parked in front. Emily’s brown eyes fixed on the numbers of the house which matched that of her brother’s. She slowly got out of her vehicle and walked over to check the street sign and verify that she’d gone to the correct address. She stood there with her hands on her hips as she struggled to figure out what had gone wrong. All at once, she realized the serious mistake she’d made. In her visions of Jeremy, she’d seen him driving home several times and had seen him shopping in Seattle. She’d assumed he lived in Seattle but he could live in any of the nearby cities.
Emily rushed back to her car and felt the presence of one or more remote-viewers locking onto her position again. She quickly drove forward and randomly down the streets as if she had a purpose in mind. The psychic stuck with her for perhaps five minutes which was probably the extent of their ability in sustaining contact. Emily took herself out of the residential area and parked in a shopping center. She found a telephone booth and quickly checked the white pages for Jeremy Winters. Unfortunately, she failed to find his name. Emily silently chastised herself for not thinking of this sooner. Her brother was an extremely private person and always chose to have his name unlisted. She dropped the phone book when she sensed another psychic intrusion. She dashed to her car and slowly drove out of the parking lot. She couldn’t let them track her.
Emily had unintentionally broken out of her trance. With the frantic traffic weaving around her, she couldn’t go through the proper exercises to return to the relaxed state needed. She drove aimlessly and changed directions often until it was safe again. Emily pulled into a large shopping center again, parked, and returned herself to the meditative state needed to fully utilize her psychic abilities. She thought of her brother and directed her foresight toward the near future. A view of Jeremy lying unconscious in his living room snapped into her mind. This didn’t show her anything useful. He would probably remain this way for several days. Maybe he had some mail lying around somewhere. Even as strong as she was, Emily couldn’t control her visions. The scene shifted and showed Jeremy stumbling down