Valdis started when she heard Trahearne's voice, his approach lost somewhere between reality and memory. She eyed the sketchbook, covered in sand and tossed by the wind.

"It's nothing," she replied, "Just some drawings that I can't finish."

Not for lack of trying, the ability to complete them just didn't exist. Not beyond skill, but beyond imagination. That was the problem with trying to unseal memories that wanted to stay dead.