The girl sitting in your back seat meets your eyes as you glance at her worriedly for about the fifth time in the mirror. You hurriedly glance away.

The program which had situated you with a family when you were younger had recently contacted you about a young girl. Leslie, a ten-year-old who could apparently… “see things.” Demons. Ghosts. You shudder at the thought. Of course, since you had too much time on your hands you had decided to take her in. Plus, you try to convince yourself- it’ll be an experience.

You glance back at Leslie again, who seems intent on staring straight ahead unblinkly. You shake off the look the girl’s pale grey eyes had burned into your mind and turned back to the road.

“So, Leslie. The centre tells me you like to be called Les.”

Silence.

“You don’t mind if I call you that, right?” You try again, you second attempt to get her to talk in vain.

You sigh, giving up. You settle yourself and put full attention on the road ahead of you- you’ve almost reached home.

“Will you be able to fix me?”

You flinch in surprise at the girl’s voice, which pipes up just as you’ve pulled into the driveway. You switch off the car and twist around to look at her. She stares back at you blankly.