“Mrs. Anderson read my book,” Sean said, “and she contacted me about Tim. I explained to her that what happened with Tim is entirely consistent with a young child who is the reincarnation of his dead brother. I told her that reincarnated children typically have spontaneous memories, which often last only a few minutes. These are more likely to occur when they are asleep. Most of the time, they are their usual selves. By the time they reach school age, these memories fade.”

 Dr. Jahnsen spent much of the next hour presenting his research and findings as well as information and publications from many other reputable researchers. These included physicians and psychiatrists who had also worked in such related areas as near-death experiences, hypnotic regression, and other psychic phenomena. 

 “I must admit,” Charlene revealed, “my husband and I do an awful lot of reading. Since he is a newspaper publisher, he is especially interested in controversial topics. So we’ve read a lot about some of the concepts you mentioned.”

 She acknowledged, “You’ve done a good job, Dr. Jahnsen, convincing me that Tim Anderson just may be a reincarnation of his dead brother, Zeke. But I still don’t understand what all this has to do with me or the criminal justice system. It sounds like all of you--except Detective Frank--believe that little Tim has some memories which might implicate the person who kidnapped Zeke.”

 Chris responded, “Well, I mentioned to my mother Tim’s violent reaction to that old house, and she said that’s where Jack Walton used to live. But it still didn’t occur to me to link Walton with Zeke’s disappearance.”

 “Then,” Chris disclosed, “about a month or two ago, my mom and I were in the shopping mall with Tim, and a man came over to say hello. My mom recognized him and introduced him as Jack Walton. Immediately, Tim froze. He went as white as a sheet. Walton excused himself and my mom and I quickly rushed Tim out into fresh air. But it took an hour or two before we were able to soothe him.”

 “What you’re telling me, then,” Charlene broke in, “is that you believe Jack Walton kidnapped and killed Zeke?”

 “Wait,” persisted Chris, “there is more! Once Tim calmed down a bit, he yelled, ‘Man who hurt me! Man who hurt me!’”

 “Well,” admitted Charlene, “this is the first time I’ve ever been presented with a case of this sort. You all know that what you’re telling me is only circumstantial evidence, at best.”

 Frank protested, “I don’t think anybody would believe that this little boy can identify his dead brother’s killer!”

 As if contradicting the detective, Charlene continued, “You’ve certainly provided some very compelling information. Of course, our case could be a lot stronger if your son’s body had been found.”

 Charlene might have categorically dismissed this case, had she herself not had an experience very early in her life, which was equally weird. It was something that she never forgot and yet she never came to understand fully. It bothered her that these people were now introducing ideas, which sounded vaguely related to this long-buried memory from her childhood.

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