He's still in hot pursuit when the thief is suddenly stopped in his tracks and shoved away, barely giving Cal enough time to stumble to a stop past the mouth of the alley. It's been years, and while the feel of another psychic is hazy at best, more a tingle at the back of his mind, his memories are still crystal clear.

Cal freezes up completely, and it's only once his bag is right in front of him that he reaches up to take it with nerveless fingers. Clutching the bag to his chest, he makes no move for the thief, just staring at her like he's seen a ghost - and he's not convinced yet that she isn't one.

"Who... who are you?"