Sam was walking back towards the car when he felt a sudden headache coming on. At fist it wasn't too bad, but the he saw a flash...
Black. Bits of blue. Shadow. A house. In darkness.
Sam's eyes opened, and he realised he'd fallen back against a wall.
"No. Not now," he cringed.
He took a look in either direction to make sure no one was watching, but that was all the time he had before it hit. He cried out in pain as he grabbed his head, sliding down the wall.
It was a suburban house, across from a street sign. Wooden front door with the number 23 engraved on a stone. A man was laying on the floor in the living room, surrounded - no, covered - in blood. His neck broken. A shadow moved past the window. Feminine. Long flowing hair. As soon as it appeared it was gone.
Sam's eyes shot open.
"Faith?" he breathed, confused.