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I decided at this point to check the outlet behind the T.V. where they were both plugged into. They were fine. We shrugged it off again and turned the T.V. back on. This time I decided to just leave the lamp off, thinking that might be the TV’s issue. Maybe a power surge or something. Another 10 minutes later, the T.V. flipped off again. This time I looked at Cynthia and playfully accused her turning it off herself with the remote. She looked back at me and told me the remote had been missing for the whole day. I hadn't paid any attention to it before, but every time she turned the T.V. back on, she'd gotten up to do it.
I was looking at her when she told me this and as I did, I noticed something over her shoulder move. I thought at first it was the after image from the T.V. burned into my eyes, so I waited for it to go away, but it didn't. Cynthia noticed I was looking over her shoulder with an odd look on my face so she turned around and looked. Where we were looking was from the living room into the kitchen since they were both connected, but separated by a breakfast bar, with a hallway connecting to the hallway, leading to the front door and her dad's bedroom and the bathroom.
