[Miranda_]

Nothing happened for a short while, then something formed on the screen. Unlike the computer, the ouija board was unhampered by such things as real names, or registration. It just showed scenes attached to the person. Soon, a scene came into focus.

A woman was leaning against a wall inside a house, talking on the phone. She had long blonde hair, pale blue eyes and was dressed in a way that left little to the imagination. A toddler crawled nearby; this was a boy, and he had very little of his mother's looks in him. He had black hair and darker blue eyes. He wore a vest and shorts that were dirty and torn in parts. His mother took not the slightest notice of him, save to kick her son away from her if he got too close to her feet.