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was Sid a fantasy merchant, as most of the homeless people in the Roxy had implied, and had never driven a train in his life?Who was the woman? Who were the children? Who was Sid?
    The only factor Jenny didn’t question was the flickering images on the Roxy’s screen. The twins’ previous involvement with ghosts had made them aware that they possessed an alarming degree of extra-sensory perception. Then she realised something else – something that was very obvious. Surely, if she and David regularly returned to the Roxy, they would gradually see more and more of the story until all was finally revealed. Jenny wasn’t sure that she wanted everything revealed, wasn’t sure that she wanted to hear the end of the story or even enter the Roxy again. The reality of the rotting old cinema and its homeless occupants was as horribly disturbing as the ghosts of the dead children.
    But Jenny knew that they had no choice. Feeling sick at the thought, she knew she and David would have to return to the Roxy to discover the fate of the children and understand why they themselves had been contacted. For some reason they had seen the images and now they would never be able to shrug off the responsibility; it was an inescapable part of having the sight.

Chapter Three
    The next morning was Saturday, and after a hurried breakfast Jenny and David decided to go to the hospital and see if they could talk to Sid again.
    â€œWill we always share the same dreams, the same thoughts?” asked David.
    â€œI hope so,” said Jenny firmly.
    â€œAnd have the sight?” He sounded anxious.
    Jenny almost admitted that she wished they could lose it, but instead she said slowly, “I think we’re stuck with it now.”
    â€œSo we’ll be ghost hunters for the rest of our lives then?”
    â€œI don’t think we will be when we’re grown-up,” she replied.
    â€œWhy not?”
    â€œI don’t know. It’s just a hunch.”
    Sid had rallied. He was still attached to the drip, but he looked much better and seemed genuinely pleased to see them.
    â€œYou went down the Roxy?” he asked eagerly.
    â€œYes,” said Jenny and explained what they had seen.
    Sid nodded impatiently. “That’s where I got to. But it’s where I’ve been a long time. Those pictures – they stick.”
    â€œStick?”
    â€œDon’t move on.” Sid was getting impatient. “Know what I mean?”
    â€œDo you think the pictures will unstick themselves for us?” asked Jenny.
    â€œYou’re young,” Sid replied. “You’ve got more of a chance. I’ve got to find out what happened to those kids. It’s difficult for me – I haven’t got the sight strong enough. But I reckon you have.”
    â€œYou think the sight is stronger in young people?” Jenny persisted. She had never met anyone before who understood their gift and wanted to find out as much as she could.
    â€œYeah,” was the rather vague reply.
    â€œWhat do you know about the sight?” demanded David.
    â€œWhat do you mean – what do I know?” Immediately Sid was defensive. “You saying I don’t know what I’m on about?”
    â€œNo,” Jenny intervened tactfully. “We were just wondering how long you’ve had it.”
    â€œEver since …” Sid paused.
    â€œEver since?” she probed.
    â€œEver since I saw them kids.”
    â€œYou mean on the screen of the Roxy?”
    â€œIn real life.”
    There was a long silence.
    â€œWere you a tube-train driver?” Jenny asked gently.
    â€œHow do you know?” he snapped.
    â€œA woman in the Roxy told us,” said David.
    â€œNell? Nosy old –”
    â€œShe was being helpful,” said Jenny. “She cares about you.”
    â€œHer?”
    â€œYes, her. Did you knock the children down?” At last David was out with it and Jenny was grateful