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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] - 12:00 PM | New York City, New York[/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT]

Quinn felt nervous under Ryan's gaze. It was so unlike her. She enjoyed working with him and he was a pretty good friend. Still, recent events had left her dazed and confused. Was she sick? Maybe this was all a fever dream? Little sleep? Yeah, that had to be it. Maybe she fell asleep on the bus and had a vivid dream? It felt real. She put her hand to the bump she had after the accident.

[color=D03F69]"Yeah, I must be feeling a bit off. Sorry. Shall we?"[/color] She referenced the bones in front of her and relished getting started. She enjoyed her work. Not many people nowadays could say that. She thought about the long road to get here and was thankful she got where she was. A job she liked, friends she appreciated.

Family that was far, far away. What more could she want?