[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#DB7093]Cassiopeia Claire Alistair[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#DB7093]Location:[/color][/b] Driving – Chicago, IL 
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	I glance at Nic, who is once again closer than normal. I smile at his worry. [color=#DB7093]”You’d be safe,”[/color] I assure him. [color=#DB7093]”Honestly, the sooner the supernatural community knows you’re one of the humans in the know, the better off you’ll likely be.”[/color] Granted, it still might put a target on his back in a sense, but overall, Nic would be watched and protected if the others knew he was a human who was actually helping.

[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#006400]Caden[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=#006400]Location:[/color][/b] Caden’s Home – Chicago, IL
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	[color=#006400]”Ah, and how do you know I wouldn’t have grown tired and given up? It has been quite an eventful day, and I can only play so much.”[/color]

	We re-enter my bedroom, and I release their hands to close the bedroom doors. A bedside lamp is lit, providing some light to see by.