[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=B0E0E6][center]Lucinda Partridge[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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Location: Back at the Seattle Times office
Interacting with: Colleagues & Boss (NPCs)[/center][hr][hr]

Lucinda only caught the beginnings of Amelia's next line, none more than a snippet of a sound before, [I]poof[/I], Lucinda was back her desk. Research notes scrawled onto the notepad in front of her, tab and tab of reports of the sudden death and her hand laying on the phone in preparation to call witnesses and such. She turned to the right where she would have seen the faces of he colleagues taking worried glances at her if Johnathon's torso had not blocked her view of them. Ever since she'd gotten gravely sick she'd never really been the same, she supposed. She never told anyone about her powers (despite her recent exchange with Amelia) so they had no idea what was going on behind the scenes. As far as they were concerned she was hospitalised, had come back then been a little more paranoid since. Her boss' concerned expression and the feeling of her colleagues eyes she know one simple fact, she wasn't just talking in LA.

"Lucinda, I know we just talked, but are you sure everything is alright?" he asked. Lucinda looked up at him and straightened herself in her seat as some colour flushed to her cheeks. If the office had heard her mumble she hoped they didn't hear what she mumbled, she didn't need her secrets to be released. Or be thrown in a looney bin. [color=B0E0E6]"I'm fine,"[/color] she'll replies gently, [color=B0E0E6]"Just... talking myself through this case, that's all,"[/color] she lied, grabbing at the crucifix on her necklace and fiddling with it as she said so.