"Do you recognize anything about this place? When it was?" An ancestor? An uncle? A grandparent? Her dad? He couldn't guess, and the blurred image in the locket told him nothing either.

But maybe it'd mean something to her. "...Everyone has a family waiting." Except him, anyway. "Everyone is someone's son or daughter, at the very least. That locket, have you touched it before?"

Is any of this? was the key, and this was a side effect of that strange power to touch things and see its past.