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A young woman would be seen just coming out of a coffee shop called Square One Coffee, which was about three blocks away from The Academy of Natural Sciences of Drexel University. The sun had just set down over the city as she seemed to be walking her way home, she was still wearing the apron of the coffee shop she worked in. She looked over her shoulder as she squinted her eyes she wasn't sure if she saw a figure or not, it was to dark but she had a feeling that she was being stalked.

The woman started to walk a little bit faster, she could feel her heart racing as she started to turn down an alleyway thinking that she maybe safer now. When she though that she was safe, the woman closed her eyes and sighed she jumped slightly when she saw a pigeon land right in front of her. She grumbled loudly to herself as she shooed away the annoying bird, as she felt her phone going off she went to check it. But then she screamed loudly when she was suddenly flung against a wall by an invisible force, turning her head as she tried to see who it was. But none of you could see the person's face the lighting was to dark to even see his face. "Please let me go!" The woman yelled.

Then she started to let out an ear piercing scream as you watched the woman's head slowly being split open, blood started to slide down her forehead. Then the figure looked at all of you individually, before the dream suddenly ended, whether you were sleeping or away you watched the woman die right before your eyes.

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Monday, August 15th, 2018
Time: 12:00AM, New York City, New York
The weather in New York City was rainy, the streets were all fairly busy a lot of people have already been up for the last few hours going about their midday afternoon. The roads were also very busy as everyone was either trying to find a dry place until the rain cleared up, the subway was busy like always as people did their commute to work. Those that had the news on the news anchor came out as the story as a story started to play on the screen. "A young woman was found brutally killed in an alleyway just a few blocks away from the Square One Coffee Roasters late last night, more on the story as it develops." The anchor woman would say. The weather was going to be rainy all day and wouldn't end up clearing out until most likely twelve in the early morning.

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Monday, August 15th, 2018
Time: 9:00AM, Seattle, Washington
The sun had only been up a few hours now, the morning was a bit foggy but it was starting to clear out now as people were waking up and getting ready to go on about their morning. The day was still fairly young as people were taking their kids to do last minute school shopping for the new school year. There was a story that was going on in Philadelphia, the roads were starting to get busy as people started their commute to their work places. The weather for the rest of the day was going to be fairly warm and comfortable, and possible rain in the evening hours. The news of the girl who was killed the night before in Philadelphia was also playing on the news though there wasn't that much information and the story was still developing.

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Monday, August 15th, 2018
Time: 9:00AM, Los Angeles, California
The morning in Los Angeles was already getting very hot as people were waking up and getting ready for work the day, news was already getting pretty busy over the next celebrity story for the day. The traffic was also always horrible as people on the highways were all trying to get to their jobs on time. On the radio if you were listening to a rock station Riley's music would be playing over the radio, the day was going to be very hot as the day would continue. There was also the same news story of the girl getting murdered with her head split open on the news as well.

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Olivia had been up earlier in the morning as she had just finished up putting the last body she had examined into the cooler, and walked over towards her office and sat down on the couch that was there. She closed her eyes letting out a soft sigh as she stretched out on the couch like it was a bed. She had been there for quiet awhile now as she turned on the TV, and watched as the news anchor went on about the woman who was killed the night before over in Philadelphia. When they showed the picture Olivia quickly sat up as her jaw dropped slightly as she saw the face was the woman she had dreamed about last night.

She didn't see who the man's face was, however Olivia had seen all of the faces of the people that she had been seeing since she had gotten sick about six months ago. Olivia looked down at her hand for a moment remembering very clearly how she discovered her own weird ability that she was able to heal herself extremely quickly. Olivia then turned her head when she heard a familiar voice as she turned her head as she watched her roommate. Who had came down to her work place from time to time would stop by and drop off some food for her.

Olivia gave her a friendly smile as she stood up and started to take off her lab coat tossing it onto the couch, she didn't bother turning off the TV. "Thank you i'll buy dinner tonight." Olivia said with a friendly smile as she hugged her friend, looking at it as she opened it up was a giant burrito. "No problem." Sam said as they headed into her office Olivia sat down on her desk as she started to eat her food.

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Emmie ran as quickly as she could to hide herself from the rain that was going to continue for pretty much the entire day as she did her best to try and find a place to stay dry. Emmie spotted a nearby Dollar Tree across the street, looking around as she watched a few cars drive by she quickly crossed the street and then made her way inside of the Dollar Tree. The young blonde sighed to herself as she did her best to try and dry her hair.

Emmie slowly started to dig into her pockets as she pulled out a five dollar bill, looking at the crumbled up piece of paper as she felt her stomach starting to growl. It would at least be enough to get her some food for a few days if she chose her food right, Emmie looked at the cashier who looked at her. Emmie gave him a slight glare before turning down a few isles as she started to search for something to grab and buy. She of course didn't have any kind of microwave as she just searched through the various junk foods that were there, she had been living off of begging and even sometimes stealing to just get by. The thought of grabbing a whole cart of food and just teleporting out of there was a good idea she thought though as she played with the idea of doing that.

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Riley had been up early that morning as she was scheduled to do a recording as she walked into the recording studio Riley walked into the room where she saw her other three bandmates. She gave them all a friendly smile and nod, Riley had however kept the whole thing about her getting some kind of powers, Riley took off her glasses as she looked over at the news station that was being played on the TV in the waiting room. She had a few minutes to wait while they got the room ready for her band to start recording, Riley ran a hand through her hair as she leaned forward.

She had a shocked look on her face when she saw the familiar face that was in her dream when she woke up that morning, her jaw dropped still, the story was still developing but she made a mental note to go and look up more on it later when she had the time to. The recording wouldn't be more then an hour she just had just one song to record really and then the rest of the day would be going over it.

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The gore was immense, but it didn't leave the slimy feeling on the surface of Cynthia's skin. No, that was the aftereffect of the hooded figure’s gaze. It turned to them all, and though Cynthia couldn't make out its face, she knew it was watching their reactions with a sick fascination.

Cynthia screeched as she woke, something that was so unlike her. Her head slammed against her headboard as she shot up from her vulnerable position, and she groaned as it began to throb. She reached out blindly, her fingers splayed out on the varnished surface of her bedside table until she groped a small pill bottle. She pulled it towards her face, her chest still heaving as if she had just run a marathon. It was her pain medication, a bottle she had acquired after being sent to the hospital. She shook the opaque white tub, little pain relievers rattling around on the inside, making their presence known.

She tugged her knees up to her chest, staring down the bottle as if it could stare back. It offered her dreamless sleep...but she had work. She could call in sick, again, but she had a case and that was top priority. For now, at least. She slammed the pill bottle back down into its place, beneath her silver lamp. She looked down at her tangled, grey sheets, that were soiled with sweat. Groaning, Cynthia kicked them off of the bed, and into a pile on the floor. Already, her morning routine had been thwarted. There would be no crisply made bed to come home to, she would have to sleep on a bare mattress until her covers were clean. She felt defeated, and disgusting. The film of its haunting gaze clogged her every pore, suffocating her without ever needing to block her airway. She craved cleanliness.

She pushed onwards, stabilizing herself against an oaken bedpost before shuffling forward and into her bathroom. The stand-up shower awaited her, and she deviated from her usual routine yet again by cranking on the hot water without bothering to touch the cold knob. Steam quickly bathed the room in dense plumes, latching onto the mirrors and other surfaces in the form of condensation. Cynthia derobed without hesitation, clothes melting against the floor before she stepped into the water and shut out the thunderstorm of negativity that prodded against every fiber of her being.

The water pelted her skin, turning pert, tanned flesh a muted pink upon contact. She tried to close her eyes and relax under the constant assault of the fiery rivulets, but every time she did, the girl's head was being split open as if a fabric ripper was plucking apart the seams of her flesh, her jaw locked in a roar of agony. It didn't take long before she died, thick blood that looked more like mucky motor oil in the harsh lighting spilling out from the crevice that had once formed the beautiful bone structure of her.

Cynthia's eyes shot open as she retched, dry heaving on an empty stomach. She scrubbed away at her skin until it was red from irritation, then scrubbed some more. Ever so slowly, she wiped away that non-existent film, until she could convince herself that it had just been a dream. That these nightmares that had been plaguing her -and that the people alongside her- were works of fiction. She fled the shower just as weary as she had been before, but with a slightly better coping mechanism.

The rest of her routine was by the book. She shimmied into a pencil skirt and blazer, with a striped thermal being her pop of color for the day. She followed that up immediately with a cup of hot tea, and a perfectly poached egg -one of the recipes she had learned from the television during her sick leave- accompanied by a slice of toast. It was habitual, it was normal. It was perfect in every sense of the word, and yet, she couldn't help how off putting the serenity was. It settled in the pit of her gut, to be analyzed and thought over later. Finishing breakfast, she slung the strap of her purse over her shoulder, it's heft appealing. Before departing her home, she slipped her cellphone into the pocket of her blazer, exiting the quiet household without any fanfare.

And off to work she went, a compliant young lawyer with a case to solve or, more than likely, paperwork to do. Ignoring the prospect of boredom, she turned up her gullwing’s stereo and blasted a playlist full of hip hop and classical music. An idiotic mixture to some, but a heavenly soundtrack to Cynthia. By the time she pulled into her reserved parking space, the hypnotic pulses of hip hop beats, and the mourningful tremors of the classics had done plenty to put her in a state of calm. She didn't forget her nightmare, but she had dutifully filed it away in her mind, like all the other unwanted or unuseful information.

Hopping out of her car, she hustled onto the elevator, wishing her co-workers and other pleasant strangers well. Up she went, until she came to her floor. There, she settled behind her desk, and attacked the pile of paperwork that was waiting for her.

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It wasn't until later, as she stopped by the small coffee area to top off her glass of herbal tea, that she heard the news.

Jessica, her co-worker, was filling her thermos halfway with black coffee, before diluting it with creamer and sugar. “Did you hear about the murder in Philly?”

Cynthia stared at her blankly, not allowing the shock to register in her eyes. Links began to form in the back of her mind, but she smashed through them before their foundations could solidify. “I'm afraid not,” She admitted, having reduced her time on the television significantly. “Is it really relevant? Philadelphia is quite a ways away. Why are they broadcasting it nationally?”

Jessica shrugged, as if she was also baffled by this. “I don't have a clue, all I know is that the cause of her death was bizarre, and that she worked at a coffee shop near the Academy of Natural Sciences.”

And just like that, the floodgates were opened. The information poured into the forefront of Cynthia's thoughts at a dizzying pace. That was where her mystery woman had worked, that was where she had been walking to her home from. Her apron had still been tied up around her waist, the coffee shop's logo printed primly on the fabric. Her lips were a flat line, her brows crinkling to display the beginnings of wrinkles from this repeated reaction. Her nails suddenly itched, and she ached to chew them off to the bed.

It hadn't been a dream, the murder had truly happened, and she had been a witness. But how could she tell the police? How could she describe what she saw without them thinking she was insane? She scrubbed at the watermarks left behind on the countertop from co-workers who hadn't bothered to clean up their mess, for once thankful that she had slobs for partners. It gave her something to do, until the itch subsided. She turned, and Jessica was still there, looking at her with concern etched into the curve of her lips. “Are you alright, Cynthia?”

Cynthia breathed out through her nose, finality escaping just as her breath had. “I just thought I felt another headache coming on,” She lied, knowing full well that she was more physically fit than ever and that the headache had likely been a one time incident. “I'm going to be in my office, knock if you need anything.” She smiled, grabbing her mug and managing to stay surefooted until she entered her office and the blinds were shut.

Then, she cracked.

It hadn't been a dream, the exact situation that had haunted her dreamscape occurred in real life, and she had seen it all, but couldn't fabricate a face for the man or woman who had done it even if she tried. She was totally useless, and hundreds of miles away. All she could do was think on it, on the unpleasant circumstances. On the soul-crushing face the woman made before she died. Maybe even the fact that the woman's murderer could pick them all out so clearly, even though they hadn't truly been there. Or...she could work, and keep those thoughts at bay until she went home. How pleasant. How convenient.

So, she sipped her tea, opening up a thick file. And she hated herself as she wrote, and carried on.

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The night had passed as it usually did for Amelia. She went to work, returned rather early this time as the motel was empty and frankly there was nothing to clean up and make up the rooms, thus for a change she had gotten home before midnight and gotten herself a night of sleep. She might not have wanted to after the thing that transpired around 8.30 am. She was planning on sleeping in, but there were these... visions once more. It's been a good while since she started having them and Amelia put everything she had into convincing herself those were just a fragment of her imagination, after all why would she be seeing people she didn't know and a rather well known singer as Riley? This time she saw a murder and all the others and the murderer was looking at them too!

“NOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Amelia shrieked as she jumped into a sitting position on the bed, trembling loudly, repeating 'no' without stopping until she heard a loud banging noise from one of the walls.

“OHH SHUT UP, SOME OF US HAVE A PROPER JOB TO GET TO LATER AND NEED OUR SLEEP.” It was the neighbor, an unpleasant sad little man, who worked night shifts as security guard somewhere, probably a warehouse or something. His wife and children left him so he gave in to drinking. Amelia feared him, because she was pretty sure he lost all restraints when drunk. He had even slapped her behind once, when she passed by him on her way to work. He muttered something about visiting her later, so she installed another lock on the door.

There was no way she'd get back to sleep now. She feared closing her eyes though what she really feared was seeing people again. Amelia turned on the tv and moved to the kitchen counter to make herself some breakfast. While she did so, around 9 am, the news ran the story about the brutal murder in Philadelphia. Amelia dropped the knife she as holding.” It's.... real?!??” She mumbled in raising panic, feeling the electricity starting to run out of control so she ran to the bathroom and curled in a ball in one of the corners, sitting on the cold tiles. Luckily her control had gotten a little better since the first time so she managed to hold onto it and nothing was charred.

In the end she decided to go out for a little. In the daylight it should be okey. She would go to the park. Walk around, sit on a bench. Listen to some music.” Yeah... sounds like a good plan.” She mumbled and quickly got dressed, heading outside, locking the door behind herself. She needed to escape from this madness.

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“Bad time at the night shift?” One of her colleagues asked, a nice man by the name of Anthony Vincentti. Probably Italian roots, but she didn't dig into his past. He was one of those coworkers she enjoyed passing time with. Hit the clubs, hit for girls, play his wing and other weirdly working tactics considering she was a woman. Well anyhow he was a person she considered friend.

“Yeah... didn't feel too grand, but nothing to be done about it. I wasn't that bad to meet the requirements to leave.” She replied, remembering the scene she got just about half an hour or so ago. It was well imprinted in her memory and she knew full well what it meant. She had accepted it and after some digging, realized those people she saw were real. It helped that one was a singer, but she recognized a woman from the ME.” You heard about the murder?” She asked him, preparing to head back home, her shift having ended nad her finishing all paperwork and other general nonsense she had to fill.

“Yeah, whole head slip up, real nasty one. Luckily it's not here, we've got enough problems as it is.” Vincentti replied rolling his eyes and both of them headed to leave.” Well have a good day, see you tomorrow.” He waved and she returned in kind, heading for her car. Sure enough he was right. Problems here in NYC as much as you want them and considering she read minds...

“I swear this will get out of hand. I've seen enough tv shows to know where this is going...” She mumbled as she started driving back towards her home. Morning traffic was a killer, time was passing as slow as a slug and overall she rolled her eyes when she finally parked the car, getting out of it. She still wore her uniform as she headed back into her building.” A nap... Yeah.” That was her conclusion for the moment. Get an hour or two nap at best, grab coffee and go buy groceries for her empty fridge at worst.

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Scott awoke to the garbled noise of the radio, just slightly out of tune for the station. Moving his hand around in the dark, he tried slamming his hand against it to turn it off. Instead, he seemed to have only increased the volume. The woman next to him in bed was proving to be no help, as the private investigator was out like a light. Scott chuckled slightly, reminiscing on some of the adult activities they had participated in the night before. His smile faded when his dream came back to him vividly. He had seen some shit in his career, both as a merc for hire and as a Green Beret, but the images from his dream sent a shiver down his spine.

"If you're getting up, make me some coffee," Jade requested, turning over. "Irish - so Irish you think it's St. Patty's day."

"Alright, princess," Scott teased, but his heart wasn't in it. There was no question of him sharing his dream with her - it was a one night stand, nothing more. He had met her at some bar the night before, the two of them swapping stories about the shit they'd seen - all of the death and pain they'd witnessed. And of course, they'd been drunk. He was hardly surprised to find himself in an unfamiliar apartment. It wasn't too rare for him to wake up with a woman next to him - but never the same person twice.

"Fuck you," Jade grumbled. "You bloody Americans are all the same."

Scott rolled his eyes, locating his clothing on the floor. Quickly getting dressed, he let himself out of the bedroom and went towards the kitchen. A few bottles of booze were sitting on the counter and he raised a bit of an eyebrow. Irish coffee must have been a favorite of Jade's. It'd explain her alcoholism. Getting the coffee pot ready, he glanced at the television set displayed poorly in the living room. It had been left onto the news and Scott's eyes widened, recognizing the face of the woman he had seen die in his dream.

"Son of a bitch..." Scott grumbled. He wasn't a hero, not by any means. But apparently, it wasn't just things he could move with his mind - he was a goddamn prophet or something similar. He slammed his fist against the counter in rage. He didn't sign up for this. He didn't ask for this power - as neat and useful as it tended to be. Shoving his hands into his pockets, Scott quickly left Jade's seventh story apartment and made a beeline for the staircase, without even leaving a note. He needed to find out more about that murder and he knew just the person to talk to - someone who just so happened to owe him an apology and a favor. He'd be collecting both.

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"Hey sis, come on, we've got to go. Uncle wants us to get some groceries remember?" Jace called out to his sister. Their uncle had already left for work and had left money for the two to go shopping.

"I'll be there in a minute," she replied as she rushed along as quickly as she could. It was moments like these that made her appreciate her brother even more. He knew that she was a little slower to get going, but treated her like she could easily rush along like everyone else.

Jace shook his head, knowing that it would take more like 5 minutes for her to come out of her room. They both hadn't gotten much sleep last night, so it was understandable that she be a little slow. The fact that the two of them had the same dream was really weird, but maybe things like that just happened. It was probably all a coincidence.

He walked over to the TV, planning on turning it off, when he saw the news. So much for some strange coincidence. He sat on the couch, staring at the screen, and listening to what they were saying. The woman in Pennsylvania who had died, the exact same way as the woman in their dream. There wasn't much information to go off of, but there was no doubt in his mind that something strange was going on.

"I'm ready, so are we going or what?" Janelle said as she made her way into the living room. She heard the TV news report, and stopped in her tracks. "What are you watching?'

"Oh, uh, nothing important. Let's get going," he replied as he turned the TV off. He should've known better than to brush it off and assume that Janelle would drop it. "That did not sound like nothing. It was a report about a woman in Pennsylvania who had died, don't try to lie to me'.

Jace let out a sigh, knowing that there was no point in hiding it. Janelle had really good hearing, so it was hard to take something back that was said with her around. "Yeah, it was. We can't worry about it now though, we have a few errands to run".

"Alright, let's get going. Hey, if you want, we can stop by the House of Jade in Pike Place Market afterwards," he said as he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her out in the hallway. He wanted to put the thought of the woman who was on the news out of his head. He needed to think about other things, like getting groceries, and not anything that is odd or a weird coincidence.

Janelle let him drag her out into the hallway. She wasn't even too sure in what way they were even going to get there. They could hop on Jace's motorcycle, or walk, it wasn't all that far. Either way was fine with her, but she did prefer the latter. The motorcycle didn't seem all that safe to her, and she only really was fine with it if they were heading out of the city or something. Walking helped her to feel free and independent. It was something she could easily accomplish without sight. "So, how're we going to get there?" she asked him as they got in the elevator.

"Well, was planning on walking. The bike isn't well equipped for grocery runs, and we'd be able to carry more that way. I also know that you don't really care much for the bike," he replied. The two of them were heading down by the waterfront, and it wasn't too far. It would do them some good to get out and walk around.

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Location: Seattle, 3.14 and Other Yummy Things
Interacting with: Customers}

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"Thank you, have a great day and remember, a pie a day keeps the doctor away,"

The small shop was filled with its Monday's usuals. Old men sipping coffee while eating a breakfast scone as they flipped through the newspaper. Stay at home moms in yoga pants sat on the patio, nudging their covered strollers with their feet. All the while talking about the pie and how they 'definitely earned it after that morning's yoga session with Jadir'. Just like they earned it on Wednesday and Friday and of course they got some on cheat day Saturday.

Basic coffee and teas lined the counter across from the glass case of pies and other baked good.

In the corner, the tv was flashing the local news. Two smiling newscasters filled the screen. A man and a women. The subtitles moving across the screen as they spoke.

It seems that last night's surprise storm cleared up quickly.

Yeah Sue, I'll tell you that lightening storm was shocking to the weatherman to say for sure
[a shared laugh]
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At that, Isley glanced up at the screen, in the middle of handing back change to a customer. Feeling her face grow slightly red at hearing about the storm. She couldn't prove anything but...

"I'll have the Humble Bumble Honey Pie, if you don't mind dear," came an old woman's voice, handing her a handful of crumpled bills before pulling out a change purse and counting out the remaining in quarters. "Oh dear, get yourself good there did you love," said the old woman, pointing at a rather sizable bruise forming on Isley's arm.

"Oh, yeah, I had a bit of a slip last night while running," She said with a laugh. "Nothing to worry about," Although she played it off, the whole incident still left her shaken, even nearly 12 hours later. It caused her to lose a fair amount of sleep last night, and she had debating calling in sick. But it wasn't as though she would have gotten anymore sleep either way.

But the whole ordeal just....It seemed so real. Sure, there was a lot of things that seemed so real. The shadows were growing more visible all the time, she was starting to be able to tell the girls from the boys. She was also starting to see physical features, like bright red hair and piercing eyes. She couldn't tell if it was a good or bad thing that her visions were getting clearer.

It was probably bad.

The bruise had happened after work. She was running in a near by park, as she did nearly everyday after work--usually to clear her head. It was a little game she liked to play with herself. To set a distance to run before the sun set. The rules were easy, to get home before the sun went down. She never thought anything of it, except...well last night there was a girl, a women really. She was there in the park too, and she wasn't at the same time. It just seemed so real, yet unexplainable and impossible. Like, even though Isley could hear the wind and see the late afternoon sun in the trees in the park. It was also night, it was dark. She was alone in an alleyway. And she was scared. She was so scared. There had been someone after her. So Isley ran. She could feel herself running, probably faster than she ever had before. She could see herself passing people walking through the park. Yet, in the alley she never seemed to get any faster or away from...from the man chasing her. Then it was over. A shooting pain in her head. Isley screamed as she crashed into a tree. She heard echo's of life she had never lived come and vanish just as fast. Images of people she loved, but didn't know echoing somewhere in her muddled thought. A vague longing for things left undone before finally fading into nothing.

If anyone had asked her what death felt like...that was probably how she would have described it. For in that moment she thought she was dead herself. It was only the sound of thunder and the splash of rain on her skin that told her otherwise. Although the day had been quiet clear, clouds had suddenly filled the park and thunder shook the trees. So convinced she had been killed. Only to find herself back, sprawled on the ground, watching people all around her run for shelter and the storm raged on around her. She cried.

Partly from relief that she wasn't dead. And partly from fear of how bad the vision had been.

She didn't tell anyone about what she saw. Really, the only comment she made was about the freak storm that had occurred. She was too fresh out of the hospital to need to go back anytime soon.

There was a lull in business at that time and Isley risked another look at the screen.

Weather jokes aside, we turn to a more serious matter. Police are now investigating a murder that had taken place in Philadelphia

A women's face flashed on the screen and the room went cold. What ever the anchorwoman said after faded.

Isley knew that face.

Knew it better than she probably knew her own.

The room started to get far away and very very quiet as Isley body went cold as the air around the shop started to shift and the only thing that existed was the woman's face.

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Location: LA, Charlie's Apartment
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Declan stood in the doorway, resting his head head as the city woke up around him. It was still early, well, early for him, but he found it hard to sleep after what he saw or didn't see. He felt a warm arm wrap around his chest. "You're up early," came a deep voice.

Declan hummed a little bit, buying himself some time before answering. Declan turned and faced the man, even looking at the man, Declan struggled to rememeber who he was. Justin...no that was Wednesday. This was Charlie...the resident "Hm, just some trouble sleeping,"

"You should have woken me, I was only sleeping and I can think of at least four ways I'd better spent that time," He felt the boy get closer.

I forgot how starved for attention this one was. Enough Daddy issues to keep more than a few therapists busy...but he is good looking

Charlie's head had found itself on Declan's neck. "If there weren't literal lives at stake, I'd stay here with you all day," It was only then that Charlie pulled himself away. "Will I see you tonight?" He asked, hopefully, although it was clear by his voice already knew the answer.

Well, it is Monday. Camila's children will be with their father this week. Got to keep the one who pays my rent happy.

"I work late tonight,"

If that answered bothered Charlie, He didn't let it show. Charlie wandered into the bathroom and Declan could hear the shower running.

"Did you catch the news this morning? It was all over facebook," Charlie came back into the room. "Oh wait, I forgot Mr.'I only use social media professionally'"

Declan looked up, flicking a wayward paper clip that had found its way onto his arm. Charlie stood in the doorway, a towel resting on his waist. "So what was the news then," Declan said, making a point to stare at Charlie. Putting a vague smile and easing his face into total contentment. The boy was a lot like himself, always wanted to be looked at.

"Oh, some girl got murdered in Philly--"

"In an alley," said Declan, surprising himself. Trying not to think about how he might know this information.

"I thought you said you didn't know,"

"I didn't, it just seemed like the sort of place,"

"Ah well, it was really sad, my friend is trying to find a place to donate to,"

Declan flicked through his mind, trying to quickly figure out if this was a friend he should be aware of or not. Drawing a blank he simply said. "Gotta find a way to earn karma points some how. Not all of us get them by getting others to praise the lord,"

He heard a laugh as Charlie shut the bathroom door behind him.

A heartbeat later, Declan was one his phone, quickly pulling up what he could on the woman.

No.. No... This is absolute bull shit He through angrily, tossing his phone onto the nearby couch. He looked down to see the fucking paperclip had returned to his arm. Joined by his friends the pin and the screw.

And to make matters worse, he could tell that one of his 'Shadow Friends' was trying to make an unwanted appearance.

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Quinn woke with a jolt, drenched in sweat. Another dream. No...nightmare was the word. What she saw, what she felt, in that instance scared her. It felt so real, like she was watching a movie screen. Like she could interact with it. She wanted to scream, to cry out at the girl. To let her know danger was there. She wanted to call the cops.

She wanted to scream, especially when the figure stared right back at her. Like he (was it a he? She couldn't tell) saw her.

She rolled out of bed. The covers were all but on the floor at this point. Whenever she had a nightmare, she tended to thrash in bed and wake up with nothing on her. She rarely remembered them, but when she did they were vivid. Bad. Real. She walked to her bathroom and leaned on the sink. She needed to steady herself. She looked in the mirror. She saw herself, but she saw something else. It was a passing vision. It was a man. Good-looking. Brown hair. It was only a moment, but she could make him out, albeit briefly.

She was startled. She was jumpy from the nightmare. She had to be seeing things. She needed coffee before the day started.

Walking into her "living room" (what passed for a living room. It was three rooms in one) and turned on the TV while she brewed some espresso. She grabbed her mug with the state of New York on it and the Statue of Liberty. It was ironic if you thought about it. Back home, there was the original York. Now, she lived in the new one.

She did it again. She called that place home. Even if it was where she grew up. It wasn't home. This was home now. It had to be.

She listened briefly as the TV played whatever news segment was on. She merely listened for weather and traffic so she knew which course to take to get to work. However, a segment caught her attention.

"-reports with her head split open. It is too early to say..."

Quinn ran to the TV and looked. The same woman from her nightmare was on the screen. Her smiling face in the photo to show the world what she looked like when her head was fully intact. She was real. It was real. What she saw was real.

What the hell was going on?

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"I dunno what to tell ya, sugar bear. I know I'm a gossip, but that's all the way back in Philly."

Miracle spoke over the phone. As Quinn made her way to the subway, she called her best friend. Miracle was a police dispatcher with New York's finest, but she was from Philadelphia. "My family didn't say anything to me so they didn't know the girl. Sorry, sweetie." Quinn expected this. She didn't think she would get anything, but she had to find out more. "It's ok Miracle. Thanks anyway." Before she could hang up, Miracle kept talking. "Now that we aren't talking about depressing things anymore, let's talk about fun stuff! What do we got planned tonight? I need to have fun! Matt is being a penis again." Miracle referred to her on-again, off-again boyfriend of four years. Quinn has urged her to keep it off, but Miracle keeps going back. "For the sex only" she says.

"I don't know. I got a lot going on.." she lied. Miracle picked up on that real quick. "You don't have diddly-shit, girl, and you and I both know it. You are the best in that lab and you can piece together faster than my nanna and her puzzles. Even if you had a full workload, once quitting time hits you get to leave, same as the others. Plus, pretty thing like you needs to get out there more. Find a nice man to cuddle with so you stop talking about depressing shit." Miracle was good at negging her, and sometimes she needed it. She didn't want to go out, but Miracle probably would keep bothering her untl she said yes. Quinn sighed, "Fine. Time and place?"

Miracle giggled like she won something. Which she did. "Let's say....Neon? Around 8 o'clock?" Neon was a new club, pretty popular. She wondered if they would get in and then she remembered she was talking to Miracle. Of course they would get in. "Fine, but you are buying the first round." Quinn hung up before Miracle could protest as she got on her train and headed for work.

Today was going to be a long day.

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Adalene rested a piece of bread lightly into a sizzling hot pan, making a quick lunch for herself. This was her interim week, right
between classes starting back up, and her summer job coming to an end. She piled on a couple of slices of cheese and a topping piece of bread, and set it to cover for a minute. She leaned back against the counter behind her, and looked up at the ceiling pensively. It had been two months since she burned Caitlyn's apartment to the ground, and they'd barely talked since. Things like accidental arson tended to do that, especially when they went completely unexplained. Curiously, she looked at her stove top. She'd made a few more fires since the incident, much more controlled ones, but fires none the less. The thing was though, none of them burned her. She crept towards the pan she was cooking pan, and paused for a second, considering what she was about to do. It went against all instinct she had, but still, she had to know. She lightly poked her finger into the pan, and quickly pulled it out, a small "Eek!" Escaping her lips. She stuck her finger in her mouth, nursing the burn. While she was doing this, she froze, as she heard her TV in the background. Her head snapped, and she skittered to the other room.

By the time she reached the TV however, the news had switched to the next story. "What the fuck...?" She asked herself. What she overhead sounded eerily similar to her dream. She didn't want to, no couldn't, entertain the thought that that had actually happened. She massaged her temples with her free hand, and then quickly remembered her sandwich, and rushed back to the kitchen to flip it. Unfortunately for her though, it had burned slightly. Frowning, she stepped over to the sink, and started to run cold water over her finger, hoping to get the burn treated enough before it set. Her mind went back to her dream from last night. It was far from typical for her to say the least. She shuttered a bit, remembering the sight of the girls head splitting open, and even more so at the figure looking directly at her. She withdrew her hand, and exhaled heavily. "I gotta figure out what's going on." She said to herself, determination in her voice.

She walked back over to the oven, and turned off the heat, removing her sandwich from the pan and onto a plate. She, however, wasn't feeling especially hungry at the moment. She glanced down at her hands pensively, and made a decision. If there was even a chance her dream really happened, she needed to be ready. She needed to be able to protect herself. Adalene was never the type to let herself be vulnerable, and that wasn't gonna change anytime soon. She brought her fist up to eye level, her thumb between her palm and digits, and focused on the fear she got when the man from her dream seemed to look at her. She flicked her thumb against the inside of her fingers, like striking a match, and turned her palms up to the sky, trying to make a flame appear in her hands.

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Most mornings Lucinda's alarm piercing the silence of the apartment at 7am would be her welcome to the day. This morning, however, was different. Lucinda awoke at 6:30am, sweat dripping down her forehead as she lay stiff in her bed, as if she was glued in place. The specifics of her dream running through her mind and making her shake. Sure, in research for some of her jobs she had seen some gory things but not to that extremity, not happening in front of her and never in the safe haven of her dreams.

After getting over the trials of her nightmares Lucinda was able to peel herself from her bed, still shaking slightly. This wasn't a normal dream, it felt too... Real. Even the most real of her dreams seemed unreal in the morning and even her most memorable dreams faded in parts but this stuck in her mind, she couldn't under this. She said her morning prayers before making a beeline for the shower, she was feeling too sticky and gross from sweat to wait for after breakfast.

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Mocha in one hand and laptop case in the other, Lucinda strolled down the street to her office. She always parked at the office and just walked down the road and back for coffee. She liked to take in the city, the sounds of footsteps and passing cars and friends calling for each other; the sights, the concrete streets with patches of grass and trees at the sights, the high rise building, the varieties of people; the scents of 'street meat' and brewing coffee. Sure, city life wasn't for everyone but for Lucinda it worked.

Lucinda entered the office building, greeting her colleagues alongside a smile as she walked through the halls of the workplace. She had only sat at her desk, pulled out her computer and started booting it up when she was approached by Johnathon. Johnathon assigned the writers in her group their tasks for the next day's issue of the times.

"Hey, Luce, I know you already have your assignments for today but I have another,"

"Fire away," she replied with a smile.

"There was a murder in Philly, big thing. It's a pretty sensitive case so I want you on it. I'll palm off an assignment to Kate,"

"I'm on it Johnathon," she replies with a smile before turning to her laptop and rapidly typing in her password before looking for the case. It only took seconds but the first result was a news clip, the thumbnail looking familiar. She scarcely heard Johnathon's 'thank you'. The rest of the world drowned out as Lucinda realised... this was the girl from the dream. Every detail of her the same, even the way she lay, lifeless and in a pool of her own blood, was the same as she she dreamt it

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Wednesday, August 15th, 2018
Time: 12:00PM, New York City, New York

@Lionhearted While Dalton and Lana were talking to one another, there was a knock on the door , Johnathan Smith the director of the field office stood there. "You two are needed in a briefing now." He said before turning off and making his way over towards another conference room with several other FBI agents that were in the room. He would wait for awhile until both Lana and Grant were ready to enter the room, once everyone was settled the briefing would start. Lana then would see Emmie there in the room looking around very confused as she moved on about the room.

The other agents in the room however looked like they weren't even noticing the girl there, as Smith continued with the briefing. Smith gestured to the files that were on the table before them. "Dalton and Lana will need you two to investigate this man, in connection with some possible terrorist ties and need you to bring him in. Take the file with you and get on it as soon as you can, all the information you will need will be there."

@rivaan When Claire enters her apartment there was a small note on the wall letting her know that they were going to be doing some renovations on some of the floors. Which had started earlier in the morning while Claire was out she could hear the drills going on in some of the floors along with some hammering.

And that there will be a lot more noise then usual. As Claire opened the door there she would be able to see Olivia there she looked confused. And there wasn't anyone else in the apartment other then the landlord having the keys to Claire's apartment. There was a slight clash of thunder that happened in the background as the rain continued to go down.

@FantasyChic When Quinn finished up her phone call with Miracle the subway came to a stop as everyone started to get on board of the subway to get to the next station. Which would be here Quinn's work was located, she would see that the subway car was already fairly full like always and it would be very hard to find a seat. She would see people either on their phone or reading the newspaper and occasionally hearing the baby crying. Then the next thing she would see she would be in a complete stranger's car, right next to her would be Gideon driving to grab some coffee.

@Natsu As Adalene was about to use her ability a flame would suddenly come out of nowhere as it sat on the top of her hands, it started to slowly get bigger and bigger. She would feel the heat on her own hands, but there wasn't any burns or it didn't even hurt if the flame touched her skin. So far the flame seemed to be stable for now, but probably wouldn't be the best to actually test it inside the building any further unless she really and truly would want to try and burn her place down. Then she would see Aaliyah suddenly appear in the room out of the blue Aaliyah would be able to see the flame in Adalene's hand.

@Damo021 The restaurant was fairly busy when Aaliyah shoved the tray she had to one of her coworkers he looked confused at her when Aaliyah had suddenly bolted off to the staff room. Once she was in there was a trashcan that was in the corner of the room, but the moment she got there Aaliyah would end up finding herself in Adalene's room. There was also a flame in her hand that Aaliyah would see as well, which was odd to see.

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Wednesday, August 15th, 2018
Time: 9:00AM, Seattle, Washington

@Lord Wraith As Gideon drove out of the parking lot of his home, the roads were fairly busy as he would see there was a small fender bender on the side of the road. The police officer was there questioning the two drivers, the closest coffee place was a Starbucks that was about ten minutes away from where his was located. While he drove then he would see Quinn suddenly appearing in the front passenger seat of his car. Then the weather suddenly just changed from sunny and then started to turn into rain for some reason.

@AmethystDagger When Cynthia entered her office things were now fairly quiet as she took a breath and tried to calm herself down, the rest of the office went on about their business and doing other cases that they needed to get done for court. She could hear rain starting to come down on the windows near her office as the weather suddenly changed. When she turned around she would see both Janelle and Jason both in her office. No one else would be able to see the two siblings that were in the room, when they stopped to see how Cynthia was doing through the office window.

@Morose "What the hell man?" A guy asked when Scott came down the flight of stairs bumping into the man who was carrying his laundry down to the laundry room of the apartment, he dropped all of his clothes and basket down onto the floor spilling just about everything that was in there. Whenever Scott got out of Jade's apartment building he would then find himself in another location, he would find himself in Isley's shop standing right next to her behind the counter.

@BlueSky44 As both Jason and Janelle made their way towards the grocery store the weather was fine for now as the two walked, until it started to get very cloudy out of nowhere. Then the rain started pouring down rather hard, then they would both find themselves inside Cynthia's office. Though Janelle wouldn't be able to see, she would feel like that she wasn't outside anymore.

@Ellion After finding out the news story some of the customers there were waiting patiently as they were trying to get Isley's attention, the news switched over to some sports news on the TV. Whenever Isley would turn she would see Scott standing right next to her behind the register. One of the customers then waved his hand in front of Isley's face in an attempt to try and get the woman's attention after waiting. "Hello?" He asked, as the weather started to change and started to rain heavily where Isley was.

@SouffleGirl123 When Lucinda was looking up information on the story there was just the news clip along with an article in Philly, but so far there wasn't that much information going on about it yet. She would be able to try and get a call in on one of the reporters over in Philadelphia. The office was fairly quiet as the other writers and reporters were going on about other stories that were going on in the Seattle area and other places. Then the area for Lucinda started to change, finding herself in a park over in LA there she would see Amelia walking towards the park.

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Time: 9:00AM, Los Angeles, California

@Ellion While Charlie went to go and take his shower there wasn't really interesting going on in the apartment at the moment as things were quiet other then the shower going off. He would then suddenly find himself in a car, with two other people one who he would instantly recognize as Riley. And then the other face he wouldn't really other then occasionally seeing earlier in the last several weeks since he had gotten sick and gotten his powers.

@rivaan When Amelia had left her apartment the weather was already pretty warm out as she closed and locked up her room, the park wasn't that far of a walk from the apartment complex she lived in. There were already people out and about as they went on about their morning activities. Then she would see Lucinda as well which she would have seen from time to time as Amelia walked to the park there was a small Yorky that dog had ran up to Amelia barking playfully. The owner quickly coming up and started to pick up the dog, the woman looking at Amelia. "Sorry." She said not even seeing Lucinda was there either.

@Lionhearted The traffic was pretty busy as everyone else was trying to go on about their morning, there was music playing on the radio
Lucas would have a hard time getting through as the roads were at a stalemate for now. There was loud beeping and honking as people tried to move forward. When Lucas turned his head he would see two people Riley and Declan would both be there in the car with him, Riley looking very confused as to what was exactly going on.

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"Alrighty well gotta go and get the scoop on the weird murder in Philly see you later tonight Oli?" Sam asked, Olivia looked up at her roommate and gave her a friendly smile and nodded towards her. "Of course, i'll text you whenever i'm free." Olivia said as she continued to eat the lunch her roommate had given her. She watched as Sam turned and started to make her way up the stairs and back towards the office she worked at, Olivia then got up and made her way over towards a stack of papers. She grabbed a pen and started to write down the information that was needed, and hand it out for other cases.

Then Olivia felt weird all of a sudden when she was suddenly taken to an unknown apartment, Olivia walked around with a confused look on her face as she walked around the unknown apartment. Then Olivia heard some keys and then the door opening, seeing Claire in the apartment, and quickly assumed that this was the woman's place. Olivia then eyed the uniform that she was wearing and assumed that she worked for the police as well. "Hello?" Olivia said with a confused look on her face.

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As Emmie was about to grab some food to eat and started to stuff them down into her pockets while looking around still paranoid that she would be seen by someone. Grabbing all that she could Emmie started to head down an isle while trying to make herself look as innocent as she could. Emmie looked out at the main entrance as she saw the rain still coming down, sighing slightly to herself, she really wasn't looking forward to going out in the rain again.

Then Emmie felt weird and then looked around again, with a confused look on her face she was in some kind of conference room then she eyed the man that was leading the briefing. But he or the other FBI agents seemed to not even notice her, as Emmie roamed around the room looking down at those who had their files open. "The hell is going on?" Emmie asked herself as she tried to make sense of everything that was going on.

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Riley was grabbing a cup of coffee from a nearby coffee machine that the owner of the recording studio had, she could hear the other artists in there recording their music. Riley then moved over sitting down on a chair by herself tying her hair into a pony tail as she took a drink from her coffee. Then she leaned back in the seat she was sitting in looking over at the other members of her band who were there talking amongst themselves. Then Riley started to feel weird and then leaned forward as she then found she was somewhere else.

Riley looked around seeing that she was in the middle of LA traffic, and then saw that there were two other guys in the car with her and then started to look very confused and panicked as she tried to figure out what was exactly going on with her. First she was sick, then seeing these people, then getting her weird powers, and then last night the weird dream that turned out to be very much true. "Who the hell are you all?!" Riley finally asked as she looked between Declan and Lucas.

_{Time: 9:00 am
Location: LA highway
Interacting with: with Riley Ridgeway @Nallore and Lucas @Lionhearted}

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"Who the hell are you all!?"

"I would ask the same thing, but I guess everyone already knows who you are I'm assuming you're just all in my head. Just like every-fucking-thing else that I see over, and over, and over again. So fine, I'll play this game too.Who are you? Why are you here? Where did you come from? I ask myself that every damn time but I never get an answer. So -- I give up."

Declan felt his heart drop as he heard the voices. Normally, unexpected voices meant that a spouse had returned and he needed to be discrete. He was already halfway to standing, when he felt his movement blocked. Opening his eyes he found himself.

In a car.

With two people. For now, all he could see was the back of their heads and hear their voices. One male, one female. Instead of yelling, he slid over to the door, yanking on the handle. But it held tight.

"Why are you yelling at me when it is clear that you have kidnaped me?" he said, his voice calm as he tried to figure out next moves. His own sentence not really fitting his own timeline. It wasn't even a moment ago that he was in an apartment and now he was at a dead standstill on a vaguely familiar highway. He shifted to catch a look at the people in the front seats faces.

One was a boy, of a similar age to himself. In fact, in normal circumstances, he might have been very pleased to get to know the boy on a more personal level. "So, why don't we pull over and you let me out and I am sure we can come to some sort of arrangement," He made a point to keep his voice collected, calm and the slightest undertone of seduction.

It was only then that his eyes shifted to the girl. His mind spun as he tried to make sense of this new person. Riley...Ridgeway. They had actually 'met' before. By 'met' he was dating someone who knew someone who got them to one of the after show party things once upon a time. His hands quickly shifted to a pray position, coving his lips. "Okay...so...can one of you please clue me in? I've got nothing to explain this,"

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What a fine day this was. Amelia tried to forget everything as she walked outside, heading for the park. It was a fine warm morning as she exited and quickly made her way there. She was happy after that nightmares there wasn't really much to cause her powers to spike out of fear. She wasn't sure what she was, but had decided there was nothing biblical about it. After all first thing many would think in this situation usually would be the devil's work. She on the other hand wasn't really that religious so her mind instead jumped on comics and video games...

“Don't think about it... calm down, listen to the park's sounds. Trees, grass, wind, people passing...” She mumbled to herself before seeing a familiar face. Amelia froze in place, turning unable to speak for a moment, Looking at Lucinda with shock and horror.” Why are you here... why now... just...” Amelia was trembling as a small yappy dog came to her, snapping her out of her near trance like shock, followed by the dog's owner.” No problem... It is a cute dog.” She managed to bring herself to say to the woman as the dog and owner walked away.

Amelia quickly put on her headphones with her phone to pretend she was talking on the phone, so people dont' think her mad if she speaks to the incorporeal person in front of her since no one else sees her.” Why... are you... here... now? Who are you?” She spoke, sitting on a nearby bench, holding her mobile, her hands trembling, keeping her eyes mostly to the ground, half afraid how unable to look at Lucinda because of her shyness.

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“Well... getting the shopping done first it will be I guess...” Claire said to herself in annoyance as she read the note that was on her door. She was currently wet to the bones since she had to park quite a distance away from her building since there was no good parking lot in direct vicinity of her home. That coupled with the fact she had forgotten her umbrella, meant that she hand her police uniforms were dripping wet. Not the most gracious way to start the new day, but it was something that kept her awake at the very least.

Unlocking her door and entering, only left her with a rather confusing surprise. There was a woman she knew there. The Olivia woman that some snooping about and pulling favors with friends in the police department got her eventually. Working for the ME it seemed. Claire had gotten interested in her when she realized she was seeing her in those visions of hers that happened from time to time. It seemed the woman also recognized her.

“Hi.” Claire replied with a raised eyebrow, at the confusion of the woman. Frankly after everything that was happening lately, the cop wasn't all too surprised at this point. Heck they just had witnessed the murder of a woman too. The question was how she entered though on second though, seeing the confused expression, she might not know the answer too.” You're one of the ones in the visions, I remember you.” Claire smiled friendly, taking off her shoes and really heavy wet police jacket, leaving the underclothes.” I've seen you around on a few cases too, you work for the ME right? My name's Claire.” She explained, now walking towards her bedroom with her back towards, Olivia, but quickly undressing on the way non the less, leaving a nice strip tease without really showing anything substantial aside her bare back and maybe a glimpse of some curves as she took the corner.” You have to excuse me, but I need to change. Don't want to catch a cold and all.” She called, before returning moments later, wearing nothing but a big bathrobe that more or less reached to her knees.” It sure is a storm outside.” She stated walking over to Olivia, looking at her from up close, deciding to try to touch her, maybe gleam something from her mind for the fun and use of it.

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Nothing... Nothing at all presented itself to Lucinda. Well, nothing was an overstatement but so little was known about the case. She slammed her fist on her desk in frustration with a groan. The majority of her colleagues scarcely blinked at the common cries of frustration that flew around the room. A newer secretary, however, jumped at the bang. Lucinda gave her an apologetic smile before turning back to her computer screen. She found the numbers for Philadelphia news offices and police stations, scrawling them in her rather neat, cursive handwriting. She then turned to the lousy landline phone they still used at the office (maybe to avoid it being stolen?), picked it up and pressed the first 3 buttons when she felt herself fade away.

The scene of a park formed in front of her, people were scattered over the place until her eyes met a somewhat familiar face, A face she'd seen in her hurried visions, but not this precise, not for this long. Lucinda was speechless. Where [I]was[I] she? The ginger girl had obviously noticed her too, shaking and stumbling. She turned to the woman with the dog and she paid no notice to her, as if she wasn't there. Hands shaking, the ginger shoved in her earphones before talking to her phone, it took Lucinda a moment to realise she was talking to her.

"I... I don't know..." Lucinda replied gently, looking directly at the girl before seating herself on the park bench. At least she could do that. "Why am I here? I was at my desk... working and suddenly... Where am I?" she asks in response, trying to gather her bearings.

_{Date: Monday, August 19th -9:10am
Location: Seattle, 3.14 and Other Yummy Things
Interacting with: Each Other}

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The man's voice on the other side of counter brought Isley back to reality. "H-hi, sorry," she said, trying to focus her thoughts. "What would you like?" suddenly there was an onset of rain that sent the patrons outside scurrying inside, offering enough distraction for Isley to shake off the woman's face. The customer rattled off some uninteresting order. As she turned to pull the item out of the case, she nearly ran into another man standing next to her.

"'Excuses me'" she said off handedly, earning her a funny look from the patron, as well as her coworker, Emma. It was only after the customer was sent on his merry way that Isley got the chance to really look at the man she had almost walked right into.

He was older, maybe late 30's, early 40's, and had a distinct look of out of placeness behind the bar. Not only was it the lack of uniform (green shirt, baseball cap) but he look distinctly unhappy to be there. Not the face of a person used to working in customer service.

"Ah--" Said Isley awkwardly, "Sir, are you...supposed to be back here?" she said, earning another concerned look from Emma.

To say that Scott looked out of place behind the counter was an understatement. He wore combat boots and a sturdy pair of black pants, partnered with a grey shirt and leather jacket. The fluorescent lighting revealed the glint of dog tags around his neck. However, an eagle eyed observer would have noticed the numerous holsters he had on him - several of which contained guns. And while this was alarming, it could have been far worse. Scott didn't have his pride and joy, Peach, slung over his shoulder. He hadn't brought his shotgun with him to the detective's apartment.

"What the hell of a question is that?" Scott said with a bit of an amused snort. His eyes glanced around his surroundings. A second ago, he had accidentally knocked someone's boxers all over the staircase. It wasn't his fault, naturally. They should have been watching where they were going. And now, it seemed the exit of Jade's apartment building had transported him to a...bakery? coffee shop? Yeah, something like that. "Who do I have to kill to get some decent customer service around here?" Scott quipped.

He then sized up Isley. The situation was bewildering and for Scott, humor was the best defense mechanism. It helped him to keep his edges nice and grizzled. She looked to be in her late twenties - about a decade older than his own daughter. He frowned for a moment, remembering his dream from the night before and the events detailed on the radio. He needed to make a call - but a thought then struck him. He had already developed telekinesis. Maybe he had gained some sort of future sight and something was going to happen to this waitress in a pie shop.

"You're not going to get chopped in half, are you? Gore is fine but...keep it creative, alright, kid?"

"Sir-" Started Isley before being cut off by Emma.

"Isles...Who are you talking to?"She said, in a quick, biting whisper.

It was nearly impossible for Emma not to see the man. He was standing right in front of her. In fact, the man's much larger figure nearly covered the entire form of the much smaller girl. There was no way she couldn't see him. Isley felt like a flow of ice water was rushing down her spine, a faint ringing in her ear and realization dawned on her.

Either Emma was messing with her (unlikely)...Or...

"Bathroom, cover me please," she said quickly, walk-running to the single occupancy room near the corner. Slamming the door shut behind her. She kept her eyes to the floor as she went to the sink, turning on the cold water and splashing her face full of it. Pressing the palms of her hand over her eyes she said "I don't suppose there is any chance you won't be here when I open my eyes?"

Scott watched as Isley ran off to the bathroom in the corner. He raised his arm, staring at it as if marionette strings would pull him towards her. It seemed that his powers and abilities stopped at perversion. Dropping his arm, Scott nodded at Emma, despite the fact that she couldn't seem to see him. But this girl could - it reminded him of the way the murder victim had stared at him in what he now believed may have been a vision. "You wouldn't happen to have a phone I could borrow?" Scott asked, mostly rhetorically. The waitress couldn't hear him.

The only one that could was barricaded in the bathroom and from his experience with women, he did not want to head in there.

Taking a deep breath, Isley opened her eyes and looked around the bathroom-- half expecting to see the strange, gun wielding man standing around her. When he wasn't anywhere to be seen, she let out a breath she didn't know he had been holding. She turned the water off in the stink. "See? Nothing. You are fine," she took another deep breath before opening the bathroom door. Only to see the man standing near Emma, asking for a phone, although it was clear that Emma heard nothing.

Maybe...he is a ghost? Maybe I'm seeing dead people now.

Scott waved at Isley, tapping his foot. While this was a fantastic and fun new power, it was also quickly boring him. The dream from before had had a decent captivating motivation. But for now, unless the bakery was about to burn down because of a skittish waitress, nothing interesting was happening. It was one of the lamest visions in the history of lame visions. "You gonna run off again, princess?" Scott asked.

Isley cast a sideways glance, checking to make sure that her coworker was busy enough to not notice her talking to, what must have look liked, empty air. "Look, I understand that this must be really scary for you. I can't imagine what it must be like to die,"It felt like a bitter lie on her lips. But this man didn't need to know about what she had experienced last night. Thunder rattle off outside. "But I want to help. I don't think I'll be much help. But I'll do whatever I can to help you pass on. Or like help you find closure. Except if it involves killing someone...I can't help you with that " She took a deep breath. "What's your name?"

There was a very good chance that she'd freak out about talking to a ghost later. But it really wasn't the most unusual thing to happen to her lately.

Scott had to bite back a chuckle, but it didn't stop the amusement from showing on his face. Unless the kid carrying the laundry had pulled a gun on him, he wasn't dead. In his line of work, it wasn't random people in apartments that shot you - it was either current clients, former clients, or future clients. Besides, the guy looked like he was struggling just with the clothing. He doubted he'd be able to hold a glock without falling over. But on the other hand, he sensed there was a healthy amount of denial when it came to this girl.

"Scott Jones," he said. He didn't feel like coaching the girl on how to say Rydzynski. Not very many people were capable of it that hadn't come from an Eastern European country. "If you really want to help me pass on, buy a case of beers," Scott began, before instructing Isley on where to send it to -- the address he gave her just so happened to be for his apartment. "Good stuff - none of that Budweiser shit."

And then, channeling one of his favorite movies, he got a mischievous glint in his eye. He loved Beetlejuice. "And you have to marry me, so that way I can leave limbo."

Isley let out a little sigh, giving another fleeting glance around the shop. "And what would a ghost need beer for?"While her voice kept its 'customer service' pep, there was a clear undertone of being done with his facetious attitude."Look, I was just trying help. But- I need to get back to work, so if you could just poof off, that would be great,"

Scott rolled his eyes. He assumed that his outlandish requests would have tipped the girl off to the fact that he wasn't a ghost. He was a flesh and blood - well, not currently anyways - human being just like her. The only difference was, someone was about to murder her. Given last night's vision, it was going to be gruesome...and apparently happen in a bakery? He hated cake for a reason. This only made him feel more validated by that.

"Listen, sweetheart, I'm not Casper the Friendly Fucking Ghost," Scott explained with a bit of a sigh. "I'm a psychic - I think. And someone is going to come and slice you down the middle any second now. Nothing I can do about it, I can just watch. Y'hear about the girl in Philly? Yeah, I watched her die. So...good luck?"

At that, Isley froze, this was. So...fucked up. Her first thought was that she was now facing that poor girls murder. But... There was another flash of lightening as the storm seemed to intensify. "Psychic? So you are projecting yourself into my brain?" Then, another much darker thought crossed into her mind. " Wait are you the reason I've been seeing those fucking shadows. And last night? Why would you make me watch something like that? Is this some kind of sick game to you?" She realized that she was now talking much louder than a whisper and quickly yank out her phone. Holding it to her ear. Just because she might be going crazy, doesn't mean she had to look like it. "What do you want?"