[center][h1][color=F0A06B]Nic Wu[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=F0A06B]Location:[/color][/b] Mystic Dreams, Chicago, IL
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[color=F0A06B]”Thanks.”[/color] I give them both a tight-lipped smile before walking out, the chime sound barely registering. [i]You will not find peace.[/i] Stuffing the paper bags in to my backpack, I unlock my bike and automatically put my helmet on. At least unconscious me still put safety first. I put my hand on my bike and close my eyes for a moment as I replay the last half hour or so in my head. [i]You will not find peace.[/i]

Even if I didn’t find any answers with the psychic, I did end up with a new lead. My eyes flying open, I search my backpack to check if my hospital ID is still there. [i]You will not find peace.[/i] Already knowing the way to the hospital by heart, I jump on the bike.

The statement plays again in my mind and I almost laugh at myself. [color=F0A06B]”[i]I don’t think I’ll find peace either way.[/i]”[/color]