Olivia blinked in confusion. What the hell had just happened? She knew she saw something, but why can't she remember it?
She placed her hand on the book again. And she saw the memories again. She tried to imprint every detail in her head, but as she removed her hand again, the memories evaporated from her head like smoke.
Olivia stood stupefied, lost for words. She began to pace around the stand, thinking how she could remember it. "What about if I say out what I see and record it?… hmm, that sounds like a good plan," she muttered to herself before bringing out her recorder.
She placed her hand on it again. She said what she saw out loud. Then she removed her hand and quickly replayed the recorder, but only to her dismay, the recorder was playing only a static noise.
Olivia tugged her hair in frustration. Why couldn't she remember? And why can't she record it? She groaned in desperation.
