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[INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3][color=D03F69]Q U I N N   P E T E R S O N:[/color][/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][INDENT][sup][COLOR=SILVER]Wednesday, August 15[SUP]th[/SUP] - 9:46 AM | Seattle, Washington[/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT]

The car swerved and Quinn fought every instinct inside of her to scream. She was in an unfamiliar place, driving an unfamiliar car, with an almost unfamiliar man. Logic was to panic, but she had a strange sense that she was not in any danger. Apart from a car crash, of course. Still, the man tried his best to control, but they ended up hitting a hydrant. She checked herself, sustaining no injuries, surprisingly. She looked over at the man, seeing he had a gash on his forehead. She looked around, noticing other people running to check on them. She quickly got out of the car. She didn't want to be in it a moment longer with some strange man. How the hell did she get here?

She looked around her, wondering where she was. It wasn't a recognizable area, but she knew she was not in New York anymore. The bumps from the car wreck assured her she wasn't dreaming either. Then what the hell happened? Did this have to do with her dream? Or the seeing the man in the mirror? Did he have something to do with it? Either way, she needed to get the hell back home.

But how did she do that?