“Sorry.” Emma said while lifting the lid of the box.

“He's not really a jerk, he's busting me up more than you."

"I know, remember I raised a son. But he's right, that movie is famous and for good reason. It changed the way people saw things."

"Pervs anyway."

Emma removed the lid and was confronted with an amethyst pendent attached to a silver chain. The pendent was in the shape of a teardrop and about an inch long. As Emma stared at it, the hairs on the back of her neck rose and she felt as if a current of electricity were running through her.

She gasped when the surface of the pendent seemed to shift and she was now staring at a small eye the color of the stone.

“Robin! Do you see..

Emma blinked and shook her head. The eye was gone as was the weird feeling, but more importantly, the pendent was now an emerald green.

The same green as the earrings she was wearing. Eric had bought them for her for mother's day last year because green was their shared favorite color and they matched the stones in her engagement ring.

"Did you see that?" She forced the words out as the older woman came around to her side of the table.

"Yes, its beautiful."

"No, I mean what it did, it changed colors."

"Changed? Emma, you shouldn't have any more to drink." Robin reached down and slipped the pendent from the box.

“I was wondering where this had gone!"

"You've seen this before?"

"Yes, it belonged to my great grandmother. I had given it to Sherry, one of the previous tenants that I'd become close friends with. When she up and left, her husband said he could never find it."

“Up and left?" Emma spoke softly and her voice sounded far away.

"You didn't mention Sherry before, this is another one?"

In front of her Robin was holding the chain and the pendent was swinging back and forth. Her eyes were locked onto it, waiting to catch a glimpse of what she'd sworn had been an eye. And it had been an amethyst, hadn't it?

Robin rolled her eyes, but it seemed at herself rather than Emma.

"Yes, I think I should stop drinking too, getting my tongue wagging for all the wrong reasons. Sherry was one of the sort of odd, but nothing really bad cases of things not working out here. But it was her, not this house in anyway."

"Why would I think it was the house? I told you I don't buy any of that."

"Sorry, I'm used to some of the old superstitious farts around here.

They tell all kinds of weird stories." She put her hand over Emma's as she had before.

“Emma will you promise me something?"