"Okay. Empty the brain. Simple enough." She uses her other hand to grab Iris', squeezing it as she clears her thoughts and breathes out to focus herself, like she does when she sits down to work on a piece she's been imagining for days.

Kennedy's brows furrow as she starts to get a vision, blurry and dark, the edges of it slowly coming into focus the more she relaxes herself. When she tries to focus it, the vision disappears. She breathes again to relax herself and the edges start to sharpen, forming a picture of a cemetery and an open grave, an unmarked headstone. She sees a man standing over it, hands in his pockets. He's tall, his build strong, and he slowly turns to walk away from the grave, showing Kennedy tiny details of his face. Blonde with blue eyes, dirt smudged on his cheeks and forehead. He's striking, really. Just as she glances his face, the vision flickers and blurs until there's nothing, just the blackness of Kennedy's closed eyes.

"I saw him!" She gasps. "I actually saw him!"