It was definitely a boy’s face, I was sure of that. He had dark hair and might have been around nine or ten years old. Beyond that, I couldn’t see much. The thing is, when I returned to my window and looked out, there was nothing there. And I had seen nothing through the viewfinder. I was still way too new at this spirit world ambassador gig to know what this meant, or what I was supposed to do, if anything. I had really only acted as a medium once before, a few months back at school when I had helped the spirit of a student who had died in the sixties. She had been haunting the old music room, which was now the library. But that spirit had basically sought me out, or as it turns out, sought Jac and me out together. Though it hadn’t seemed so at the time, the experience was kind of like uploading photos from my camera. I was helped along, step by step. But a face appearing on a photographic image when I could not see one with my own eyes, this was new territory.
