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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 wasn't exactly sure what happened next. As she watched the wife leave, some random woman came up and handed her a card. What triggered her was the mention of dreams. Quinn finally got a look at the woman's face and recognized her. She looked at the woman with her and recognized her too, even more so. A medical examiner, she was sure of it! And what did she mean?

What the hell was going on? Quinn shook her head at the waiter's question and stood up, nearly knocking them over. She had to get answers now. This opportunity presented itself.

She was outside quickly, trying to catch the women before they left. [color=D03F69]"Wait! Please, wait. You mentioned dreams. So you get them too? I recognize you both. What do you want?"[/color] This was potentially very dangerous. After all, they could just as easily wish to examine her for her [i]other[/i] skills. But still, she knew them. Hell, she had a dream last night. If this was how she could connect the dots that were appearing, it was her best shot.