"I don-" He started before she continued with her questions. Francis flinched slightly when she grabbed his shoulders, but didn't move back. "I'm sorry, I-i black out when they come, I don't remember anything." He said, feeling bad. Frankie wanted to help her, clearly the images were of someone she knew and that pained him. "I can't contr-" Abruptly the dark haired man stopped. He'd not put his dampener back on after the first set of drawings because he'd wanted to get to Sidney and with her touching him and how much he wanted to help her...
Francis' eyes seemed to glaze over as his hand reached into his bag for a pencil, while the other turned the page of the book to a blank one. The pencil started to scrawl over the page with speed, drawing with precision. As the image emerged. It was the same house as before but at a greater distance. There was a figure in shadow standing down the road that appeared to be Sidney from the back. As the image completed a street sign was added and could be made out.
Once the pencil stopped Frankie blinked a few times and exhaled as if he'd been holding his breath the entire time (he hadn't). His hands shook slightly as he looked down, always afraid of what he'd see. He turned the books for her to see it, at least there was no murder.