Paul was walking to meet his mother at her ballet class on the outskirts of town, when he noticed something glimmering out of the corner of his eye. Under normal circumstances he would refrain from picking something up off the ground, but for some reason he knew that he had to. He felt a strange kind of calling coming from it, and he knew he must have it.
He picked it up and put it in his pocket, before continuing on to see his mum.
*
When he walked in the door the class was still on, and all the little girls were still dancing, even though his mum had told him it would be over by now, and so like the patient son he was he went to wait to one side.
He removed the medallion from his pocket to give it a closer inspection, but as he did this it slipped from his hand and somehow landed in the leotard box.
As he bent down and picked it from the box, he felt a jolt run through him.
"Hmm, that was odd," he said.