[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=B0E0E6][center]Lucinda Partridge[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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Location: Seattle Times office
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[color=B0E0E6]"Yeah, thanks for the advice,"[/color] Lucinda groans after, her face still pressed into her forearms. He had a point though, she wasn't really paid to sit around contemplating her future but she doubted she was born for this... whatever this was. The sickness, the power, the death dream, the appearing in LA. This was not normal, not life. She shouldn't have to spend her days getting more and more freaked out by the second as the case got more and more mysterious. Probably not as far as others were concerned but for her sake, it was. It was times like these she regretted keeping this a secret, she needed someone to confide in, someone to vent to, despite God that was, she needed a human, another whatever the heck she was. She sighed, rubbing her face as she looked back up at the empty word document. As much as she regretted keeping it a secret who would believe it? She'd probably be thrown into a looney bin if she confided in another. Or if she proved it, what was to say they'd keep it completely locked? Lucinda groans again. She wasn't paid to do this.

She floated her hands above the keyboard to begin the article as in the distance music played from Justin's desk. She could identify the voice almost instantly, anyone who was subjected to the radio of the past year could. Lucinda wasn't particularly a huge fan of Riley and her band but, in saying that, didn't hate it either, just not in her favourites list. With that in mind the dreams came back to her, random dreams with random people. That's when she realised... she'd seen the star a few times in passing in her dreams. Lucinda shoved her face into her arms again. What was even happening?