Zoe Sawyer didn't refuse Heath Hale's help. Just as before, she waited for that elusive, mystical feeling to arrive before pushing the door open.
The scene that appeared before them was the one from the photograph.
Heath Hale stared at the scene, a look of hesitation on his face. 'He… can see it too?'
He thought back to the day before. He had stood behind Zoe Sawyer as usual, waiting, but had seen nothing. Today, however, he could see a living room with a distinctly dated feel.
'Could it be that Zoe's ability upgraded without her knowing?'
'Or perhaps her ability didn't upgrade. Maybe something else just changed.'
At that thought, Heath Hale glanced down at where he was holding Zoe Sawyer's wrist. That was the only thing that had changed.
As Zoe Sawyer watched in confusion, Heath Hale let go of her hand. The next second, the once-clear image of the living room began to flicker like a bad TV signal. Less than three seconds later, it reverted to the familiar hallway Heath knew.
