[h2][center][color=ed1c24]Room 125[/color][/center][/h2]

[color=ed1c24]"The feeling is mutual, Dr. Dupree. For all the time I've seen your faces in my mind, finally seeing you two with my very own eyes makes me feel more..."[/color] Faye's voice trailed off, as if at a loss of words for once, though her face remained as calm and emotionless as before. Her eyes, resting first on Jeramiah and then on Emil, blinked once before resting once again on the doctor. [color=ed1c24]"And no, there is no student of yours or the man of Stone that bears the name of Jeremy. But you will find him, oh yes you will, outside of these mortal walls. The Companions shall assemble, but it was only the learned ones that were destined first begin our relation."[/color]

The woman rose to her feet, her black hair falling onto her shoulder and partly covering her left side. As if nothing could stop her, she took one step towards Emil. Two steps, and three steps, standing only inches away from him. Her face was no longer emotionless, but caring; a smile forming on her lips as she stared him into his eyes. [color=ed1c24]"If not a leader now, the experience of the Eonic Truth will give you experience. And there is much to be done, yes."[/color]

Her gaze shifted over to Jeremiah, her body standing perfectly still while her head moved, like an owl searching the night for prey. [color=ed1c24]"There is not much I can tell you in detail, not here nor now. But what I can tell you is this; Dr. Atkins left clues for you too find, Doctor. You and his old friend, who already carried a small piece of the puzzle now solved. Go back to his office, before The Agent finds It and set the saving of your world in dire peril. It will lead you to a place, a dark and forsaken place that hides many secrets; both above and below the ocean. Your first trial lies there. And take this..."[/color]

A small amulet was placed in the hands of Emil, swiftly and without a touch. It was round, metallic of shape and texture, and a blue stone fitting its front side. [color=ed1c24]"You will need it, all of you."[/color]

The sound of footsteps could be heard through the metal door, the voice accompanying it undechiferable for the two standing in the cell. 


[center][h2][color=39b54a]Jeremy Arthur Velera[/color][/h2][/center]

[color=39b54a]"A...another suicide?"[/color]

Once again the theme of suicide approached Jeremy, but this time it was not of a dear friend, nor something that happened long ago. The man told him it had only just happened the other day before. Did he know about it? In searching him mind fervently for answers to that, he found himself at a loss. He couldn't remember hearing of said suicide, so was it so that it had happened yesterday? The same day his memory has vanished from? 

The thought made him sick, more because of the freakish nature of these events happening to him and less about the suicide itself. They happened, of course, be it a sin or not, it still made his skin crawl once he reminded himself that only a few mintues earlier he had told August Dupin about one. 

[color=39b54a]"No...it can't be. I mean, no I can't remember hearing of that, Sir. I was probably at work when it happened, long shifts down at the Garage you see."[/color] Jeremy tried to sound normal, appearing as if striking conversation with the stranger when in fact he was scared. [color=39b54a]"Would it seem strange if I wanted to look? Not at the body, of course, but at where it happened. I mean, I too have appointment here, so it wouldn't be unapproriate to look at the scene when just walking by? We could go together, makes it less of a scene, right?"[/color]

Once again Jeremy found himself lying; lying through his teeth for a reason he found disturbing, macabre, filthy and devilish - but he wanted to look, to see if this death was akin to the one of his friend. He needed to look. Perhaps then would his desire to follow that voice in his head vanish?