[center][h3][color=#ff9900]Luclie: we interrupt this conversation[/color][/h3][/center]
Luke sipped at his coffee as he listened silently to her words. Perfect. It wasn't a lot of information, but it was enough to assure himself that it wasn't just in his head. He lowered his mug once he had emptied it. [Color=#ff9900]"All that matters is that you find it, right?"[/color] he mused as he reached for the coffee pot.

As the other patron loudly devoured her sickeningly large meal, Luke couldn't help but glance over. He filled his coffee mug and watched her as he sipped, a morbid curiosity overtaking him. [i]Eavesdropping asshole,[/i] came a low mutter from the other side of the booth. Luke didn't immediately respond, but placed down his once-again empty mug and raised an eyebrow. [color=#ff9900]"Did she say her mother was a goddess?"[/color]

Then he shook his head. She must be crazy, spouting off stories and not able to tell fact from fiction. He kind of pitied her, so lost in her apparent madness that she would announce such things with confidence to strangers. Still, her mention of the bell caught his attention. He stared at her as he reached for the coffee pot - now empty, he realized as he turned it upside down over his mug.

[i]Shit.[/i]

Luke turned his attention to his companion as she spoke again. She was focusing on something else entirely: his eyes followed hers to the television, which was now showing shakey cellphone footage of the attack. Maybell, Oregon. His lips were parted with shock. The bell - he knew it had to be related. That must be where they were going.

He glanced back across the table. The woman's expression changed; she clearly felt it too. It was now or never.

[Color=#ff9900]"Listen, you and I both know that whatever's happening there, has to do with this bell."[/color] He spoke quickly, and not as quietly as he would have liked. [Color=#ff9900]"We need to get there fast. Let me come with you. Safety in numbers, especially when facing something like this."[/color]