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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]

Olivia was asking her questions like she was the Wikipedia page for what they were. Hell, up until recently she was under the impression she was one of an extremely few amounts of people like her, and just today she meets two more. She was still unsure as to what this all meant; the dreams, the transportation. [color=D03F69]"If I had to wager a guess, I would assume there are quite a few out there like us. When I was transported elsewhere, I recognized the man in the car from my dream. I imagine he may be one. If that is the case, there are more of us out there than in New York."[/color]

She could feel her headache coming back in full force. This was a lot to take in. [color=D03F69]"Look, no offense Olivia, but are we going to be doing anything other than sitting here talking? Isn't there something we could do to figure this out? I know the case I was handed was sketchy, which is why I was there at the cafe. How he died was similar to the recent death on the news. It could be coincidence, but I don't think so."[/color]