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It’s been day since the John Doe incident. Things have been quiet and peaceful lately. Chris has been visiting Alby’s place more and more since her birthday is coming up. She needed the stress relief. Their relationship prior was a one night stand turned friends with benefits scenario, but the benefits quickly disappeared and has since turned into her just easting his food, or hanging out because Alby was just a plainly decent person.

The recent have events have since calmed down. The visions of other people and places are more common now, but she’s no longer scared. The dream like conversations was sparse, and the glimpses here and there were shorter, but they were a welcome change in her life. Every time her mind drifts and her body moves away from itself, there was never any sense of fear or anxiety. 

Every now and then, she would an unusual physical sensation or an unwelcome sensation would well up and course through her body. They caused her pain, worry, suffering, but also pleasure, warmth, and joy. Weeks ago she would have believed herself to be going insane, but not so these days, the people she conversed with agreed. The research also helped. 

It was some days even later when Chris connected with the other woman. With the exception of Dalia, who she hasn’t spoken to in a while, she knew of only one other woman. Whenever Chris saw her, the other woman would be wearing a brave face masking worry and anxiety. Chris was familiar with it. Her patients wore it to hide from the doctors, and the staff wore it to pretend that everything would be okay.
At this time she was still in her apartment. Work had finished hours ago. Her dreams were far from peaceful and her bed reminiscent of the father bear from the story of Goldilocks. She was far from sleeping when the other woman’s distress jolted her.

Chris didn’t figure the other woman for the type to go off and look for danger so it must have found her. Chris viewed it all like an audience watching a slow moving scene.  Men surrounded the American with predator like eyes.

The men’s breath rank of alcohol, and their eyes were hazy and red. Chris’s best guess was that they were drinking and smoking pot, they decided to hit the streets to get some tail. She’d seen it hundreds of times. A couple would be harmless, but a whole group was troublesome. The men would be too slow and too weak if she actually did anything. The other woman just needed a distraction.