Finding Ida's sister

Liza jumps, her feet coming down softly as she goes over to Ida, the memory carefully held in her hands. "Is it a good one? Is that what you wanted, Ida?"
 
Before taking the memory, she tried to explain. "That man. I don't remember meeting him, but he seems familiar. I think we should check all sister related memories to see if we can find him." She looked at Liza, and then at the memory. With a dry gulp, she picked up the memory from her hands with care. As she cupped it in her hands, she saw that it was her and her sister once more. This time they were at the public park, a place they spent after school most days. Her eyes scanned the scene before here for the strange man. Suddenly, a blue van parked near the perimeter of the playground... and stayed there for several minutes. Holding the memory out to Liza, she asked "Is there any way you can see who is in that car?"
 
Liza frowns, carefully considering. "Uh huh. If you reach into the memory...you can go inside it. And those people can't even see you if you're careful. Do you wanna go in it? You just reach and stick your hand through and you kinda fall into it, I think. Then when you want out you just gotta go back to where you were standing when you came in and stick out your arm and it will get all thin and you can climb out again."
 
Ida took a deep breath. It seemed kinda risky, but worth it. "O-okay." She said with an unsure expression. She turned her head away, shutting her eyes tight, and reached her arm into the memory. When she opened her eyes again, she was in a city playground. She glanced around, seeing her younger self... and not to mention her sister. She then shook her head. That wasn't the focus here. Ida nervously walked over to the mysterious van, as if everyone could see her, and peeked inside the tinted windows. Surely, it was the strange man. "Something isn't right here." She mumbled to herself.
 
Stepping inside the memory along with her easily, Liza caught up to her, whispering loudly. "We can't even do nothing I don't think, I think we gotta just watch. What's he doing, Ida? Is he bad?"
 
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She shook her head with confusion. "I-I don't know. I have a feeling he is. But we just need more proof." She walked back over to the spot she was in before, and reached her arm out, as if grabbing. It didn't work. She tried not to panic. She took a few steps, and tried again. This time it worked. Ida sighed in relief, and tried to think of how this could help her find her sister. "Is there a way to find newer memories compared to older ones?"
 
Liza frowns, considering, after she too has joined Ida back inside her mind. "I think they're kinda shinier...and different shaped."
 
"Shiner..." She looked around, back and forth, scanning rooms and hallways. Ida tugged at her hair in frustration. "It's just more searching, that leads to more searching." She said, losing hope. Not as gentle as normal, she grabbed a polished red memory, beginning to watch it. It was her sister sleeping. What use would this have? And how would it be a memory?
 
Liza looks at the memory in your hand closely, then begins to walk around gathering all those she can catch, before sorting them out by color. Eventually she holds one up, frowning. "What's this, Ida? It looks funny."
 
She took her interest off the strange memory, focusing on the one Liza was holding. "Here, let me have a look." She said, crouching down to Liza's level, watching the scene. It was Ida and her sister riding tricycles. Just another piece of hay in the stack. But as she watched them ride down the street, in the far distance, slowly, but surely, he was following them. The sight sent chills down Ida's spine. Just the thought that someone was watching her throughout her entire childhood, and she didn't have the slightest clue. And her sister payed the price. "I just have a feeling it's him... that he's the one who did this to her." She stood up, getting butterflies in her stomach of pure fear. "I just feel it."
 
Liza frowns, looking closely at the picture, and then notices something about the memory's form. "I think all those memories of that bad man got tears at the edge, see?" She points out the jagged exterior. "Let's look for red teared-up memories and maybe they're all of hiim."
 
​She nods, then wonders. "This is a big step forward, but how will we find him now?" Ida began to look around, thinking of the classifying system her and Liza had made. "I mean, he could across country as far as we know." She said with a frown, capturing a memory in her palms like a firefly.
 
"I can teleport," Liza says with utter confidence, smiling. "Wherever he goes I just gotta think about him real real hard and then I'm there...and I can take you with me!" She looks at the memory Ida is holding, asking, "does that have teared up edges?"
 
She gave a nod in shock, and looked down at the strange form she was holding. Ida examined the edges for roughness, and jagged edges. It didn't feel as smooth as the others she had held, so she thought it would count. "I believe so." She decided to hand the memory over to Liza. "Here, you take this one. I'll go look for another. The more we can watch the better."
 
Liza watches the memory closely, then gasps, looking up at Ida with wide eyes. "It's the bad guy again...look, he got real real close, he almost touched her! See? Is he gonna get her?" She holds it out for Ida to see.
 
She looks down at the girl's worried eyes, then at the memory. His lips were moving ever so slightly, as if he was saying something, but Ida couldn't make it out. "I think we need to travel inside the memory... I think he's talking!" She said with worry, and quickly reached her hand into the form, popping into the scene. She got very close to the two, feeling surrounded in darkness. 'I wish I had a daughter like you...' Ida heard the man say, as the clueless girl looked up to him in confusion. She wanted to embrace her sister, hiding her away from this monster. But what had happened had been done, and the course of time couldn't be changed.
 
Liza watches her, ready to pull her back out if needed, and waits for her to return before asking her question. "What do you want to do, Ida?"
 
*I look down at both girls still smiling trying to hide what concerns I have because there is a time limit on something like this especially for someone doing it for the first time, I don't want Liza or Ida to push themselves to far.*
 
Liza nods, then glances around, frowning still as she says slowly, "I think we gotta get out now. 'Cause if you stay too long you might get stuck. And I gotta figure out how to get out still. So I think we outghtta leave and come back later maybe."
 
She nods, and then shivers. "You don't... know how to get out?" She said, trying to sound calm. I mean, she did pretty good. Liza was only a little kid after all.
 
Liza nods, still frowning. "Uh huh. See my daddy always got me out before or Aunt Kate. Um...maybe we just gotta think about being out? Or we gotta find a door?"
 
Ida pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration. "Alright, well let's get looking." She decided to go to second floor, just to begin looking, and went into the first room she saw. She searched it's blank contents, opening drawers and chest, memories spewing out of them. Right before she closed a mysterious chest, she found a vital discovery. A key. he picked up the glimmering object, and brought it back down to show Liza. "A key.... now we just need to find what it opens."


 
"A door, probably," Liza says, totally serious, and she takes Ida's hand, leading her back to the opening room where they had started out. "Go knock on the wall...maybe a door will open up!"
 
Ida knocked on the wall, Liza seemed very sure of herself. Strangely enough, it revealed a door, with a keyhole. Glancing at the key's golden finish, and then back at the door, she went to unlock it. It was a good fit, and with a strong turn, the door opened.
 
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