"Don't you?"

He knew what he had seen in the paint. A moon falling apart, a white figure with a white violin, surrounded by her siblings.

"I read your book. And I painted you. It's why I came here, what I saw in those paintings." He looked up and saw a figure move past a window. A blink, and he saw the actual person move through.

"I destroyed them. Took photos and destroyed them. I want to help stop them happening. Stop that happening to you."