[Fran sits in a chair in the waiting area of the police station. There's a magazine next to her, and she flips through it idly, not really seeing the words. All she can think of is the possibility of meeting this psychic detective, and the potential of finding her parents' killer once and for all.
She kicks her feet idly while she waits. Wishing she could have brought Mister Midnight with her]
Oh, I can understand. Sourdough bread is incredibly tempting. [She offers her hand with a smile.]
It's nice to finally meet you, Detective Spencer. I've read a lot about you, and I think you're just the person to help me with my case. If you don't mind cold cases, of course.
I was eleven when it happened. So nearly ten years ago now. My parents had gone out for dinner that night, and my Aunt Grace was watching me. She spent the night with us.
[She frets at her fingers while she talks, tugging at them.] It the middle of the night, I heard something from their room. So I went to see what the matter was and my parents were on the floor, in pieces. There was a knife next to them, and I didn't know any better so I picked it up. I saw something -- a horrible, twisted creature -- climb out the window and run into the night.
The police said I did it, since they found me over the bodies. But do you really think that a child could do that to her parents?
A water would be very nice I think, thank you. [It's not that she hadn't thought about this for a while, it weighed on her mind every day. It's just so new, to talk about it and have someone say yes, I believe you.]
[Fran takes a few shaky breaths, flicking tears away from her eyes as she waits for Shawn to return with the water. It's been so long since she's told anyone about what happened, much less had someone believe her right away. It's an overwhelming feeling]
If I concentrate, I can see the other dimensions that overlay ours. I can see the creatures that inhabit them. For instance, you might want to get yourself a cup of water. You have some of those creatures hanging off your arms.
If you pour it on them, yes. They'll detach from your arms and turn into valokas. Valokas are much kinder creatures, kamalas -- like you have -- feed off of fear and sadness.
It's kinda different for me. If I see stuff, smell stuff, touch stuff... sometimes I get visions. Usually of the past, sometimes of the present but elsewhere.
[ He believes that she believes it! And washing his hands and then up to the elbows is kind of refreshing, anyway. It's not going to do him any harm to play along. He does believe her that she had nothing to do with her parents' murder, and he wants to try to find out what really happened. ]
[Meanwhile, Fran finishes her water and blinks hard a few times to get rid of the image of the other dimensions, laying over their world like a piece of tracing paper. Too many people in this place have those awful shadow creatures attached to them. Too many to get rid of, though she wishes she could]
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She kicks her feet idly while she waits. Wishing she could have brought Mister Midnight with her]
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[A somewhat scruffy guy with hair that sticks straight up bounces over and flops into the chair next to her.]
Shawn Spencer, psychic detective. And this is my associate, Goober Mc—
[He glances around and seems to suddenly realize nobody followed him.]
Never mind, my associate got lured away by sourdough bread. Whatever, I'll fill him in later.
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It's nice to finally meet you, Detective Spencer. I've read a lot about you, and I think you're just the person to help me with my case. If you don't mind cold cases, of course.
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Why don't you walk me through it?
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[She frets at her fingers while she talks, tugging at them.] It the middle of the night, I heard something from their room. So I went to see what the matter was and my parents were on the floor, in pieces. There was a knife next to them, and I didn't know any better so I picked it up. I saw something -- a horrible, twisted creature -- climb out the window and run into the night.
The police said I did it, since they found me over the bodies. But do you really think that a child could do that to her parents?
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[He notes her tugging at her fingers—he's fairly sure it's not from nervousness due to lying.]
I believe you, okay?
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Few people have. But my Aunt Grace is gone now, too. Natural causes, nothing untoward. But she never liked the idea of me pursuing it.
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... hey, can I get you something? Water? Coffee?
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[More than the water, he wants to just give her a second now that she's got that out. But he will also fetch water!]
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[He comes back with a paper cup and sits back down next to her to hand it over.]
Santa Barbara's finest mostly cold tap water.
So how'd you hear about me, anyway?
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I was looking at psychics. Someone who might see things like I do. And then I saw that there was a psychic detective, so I knew I had to meet you.
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... and water helps with that?
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[ He doesn't get up just yet, though. ]
It's kinda different for me. If I see stuff, smell stuff, touch stuff... sometimes I get visions. Usually of the past, sometimes of the present but elsewhere.
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[ He's gonna go... rinse... his arms... ]
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