"What's going on?" Karyn mused.
She sat amongst the possesions in what used to be her room. It was far messier than it'd been just a few short weeks ago.
Where her dressing table used to be there was now a larger desk with a drawing board. Around it were scattered the paraphenlia of an artist, tubes of oil paint, spatulas, brushes, jars of muddy coloured water.
There were sketches and doodles on pieces of paper tacked everywhere. One wall of the room had had the wallpaper stripped from it and the lining paper had been attacked with paint and inks and now showed a fantastic swirling landscape.
Karyn had always been pretty good at art, but never really committed to it in a meaningful way; her spare time had mostly been invested in her friendship with Jon, spending more time kicking back with Jon and watching the latest downloaded films or playing WOW online.
These paintings were good. They were the work of someone with a passion for colour and line. A few sheets of paper caught her eye. They were tacked to the drawing board and probably works in progress, but they all shared a common theme.
They were paintings of a boy holding what looked like a glowing stone. Over and over again - and the boy bore an uncanny resemblance to Jon.
But what to do? Normally, Jon would be her first port of call in a crisis like this - but the strange girl who kept answering his phone was frustrating that avenue of attack.
She frowned. Something had changed everything in the short time she'd been away. The longer she dawdled, the greater the chance that someone or something could add even more changes.
She grabbed her bag and headed for the door. She had to get to the bottom of this, and all roads led to Jon and the mysterious girl.
