[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=B0E0E6][center]Lucinda Partridge[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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Location: The Seattle Times office - A park in LA
Interacting with: Amelia Payne [@rivaan][/center][hr][hr]

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.

[color=B0E0E6]"I... I don't know..."[/color] Lucinda replied gently, looking directly at the girl before seating herself on the park bench. At least she could do that. [color=B0E0E6]"Why am I here? I was at my desk... working and suddenly... Where am I?"[/color] she asks in response, trying to gather her bearings.