Generations's (Spin Off/ Book FOUR)

Ghosts

SJ:

Running... I was running so fast. I kept seeing flashes of myself in the buildings I ran past, but they flickered from me to a woman with longer hair, with darker eyes, the colours of tigers eye stone. I ignored it, and ran where I was being lead, up into a shut up old hand, somehow knowing where a spare key was and went inside. 

I didn't know where this was, at all. It was so big, and empty, but the memories... There were so many memories in this place, all alive with some form of energy. "Hello?" I called softly, and walked slowly upstairs, the wood creaking under the well worn carpet.

Looking down at it as I went up, I saw so many different pairs of feet running up and down, along with my own. I didn't see the owners as I reached the small landing at the top, but there was a small bare pair that closely resembled my own. Pushing open the battered wooden door into the loft room, I felt like I'd been there before, but I knew that I hadn't. "Hello? Is there anyone here? P, please... I, I don't know where I am, I don't know who I am."

There was no reply, my own identity still getting confused as more ghosts moved around me, silent and not real, but this had never happened. "There's no such thing as ghosts, stop this, stop it!"hat's happening... I shouted at them, and I still didn't see the faces of the people, only the bodies and their imprints, sunk deep into the body of the house. "Please, I don't know where I am..."

"Sarah Jane!" 

I looked up as I heard my name, but there was only more ghosts, a pretty girl running into the room to talk to an older woman I couldn't recognise. "Mr Smith, I need you." She looked in my direction, to something behind me, but when I turned, all there was, was a large empty wall. 

Oh, it couldn't hurt, could it? "Mr Smith, I need you." I repeated, and had to quickly step back as a machine started to come out of the wall, falling back onto the steps. "Holy shit..."

It was a Xylok, something I knew about from ma's journals, but I'd never seen anything like this before, nothing about a Xylok computer. "Hello. I'm not sure we've been introduced, but for some reason I was activated from my shut down by your voice print. I have been on standby mode ever since Luke and Jenny left."

"J, J, Jenny?" I asked hesitantly, struggling with the ghosts still in the room, brushing my bare skin, giving me glimpses of memory before they were gone again, leaving me constantly on the verge of a seizure. "J, Jenny's my sister."

"As I can see through the fact you both have two hearts. Hello, Sarah Jane, you are the Doctor and Seraphina's youngest child, are you not?" Mr Smith asked me as I just dropped to the floor, curling up as small as possible, trying to switch everything off, to be normal, but it was like my ability was sentient. "You are suffering an acute hyper-awareness of your touch senses, shorting out your telepathy."

Yeah, like I wasn't already aware of that, Mr Smith. "It hurts, oh, God... There's so many memories, so many ghosts in this house, I was drawn to it. H, how long did my ma spend here?"

"Seraphina Pond spent around 6 years in total living with your name sake, but they have been close friends since the 1970's." He replied, seemingly unnerved by the fact that the entire building was shaking as I tried to switch off. "What has brought you to this house? Your sister has not lived here in over a year."

I nodded, my voice shaky. "R, r, running. I just, I just ran, and, and I forgot, I forgot who I was."

That happened more often that I wished, when you were so susceptible to the thoughts and memories of the people around you. I'd start running, and suddenly think I was a woman running to train for a marathon, or a guy running to loose weight. I'd be in the shopping centre, and start thinking that I had to hurry and get school uniforms for my kids, because there was a nearby woman freaking out about it, or I'd end up buying a load of things in the wrong size for Sherlock, because in my mind he was suddenly a lot shorter.