[center][color=FF5349][u][h3]Kendra[/h3][/u][/color][/center]

Seeing the other car already parked outside Misty's sanctum made Kendra tense. [color=FF5349]"You might want to stay in the car, Trin,"[/color] they said as they started undoing their seat belt. She had a bad feeling, not like a vision or supernatural sense, just the run-of-the-mill bad gut feeling normal people got. If something bad went down at Misty's place, she didn't want Trinity to be caught up in it. Misty had all sorts of mystical powers, Grace was already dead and thus immune to usual physical harm, and, well, Kendra had long since stopped caring about their own safety. But Trinity was a normal, flesh-and-blood human being. Hardy, yes, but a normal human being nonetheless. 

Once she was out of the car, Kendra glanced around in attempt to find Grace. [color=FF5349]"Grace?"[/color] she said aloud, assuming the specter was somewhere in the vicinity.