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We believe the Cassandra is male-presenting, so if anyone who is attracted to men is also getting that nesting feeling, PM me ASAP! As soon as I verify the Cassandra’s abilities and find out their orientation, I’ll message you back with the info so you can go meet them!
Greg_DM_Central_TXMarch 22 at 11:12pm
Mom, I am *not* nesting. I’m *considering* moving out of my noisy apartment building. Also, this potential Cassandra sounds like the type of person who needs a softer approach. You’re going to scare them off.
Caroline_DM_Panhandle_TXMarch 22 at 11:14pm
[replying to@Greg_DM_Central_TX] Having lived in that apartment for four years, I can only say it’s about damn time!
Harriet_West_TXMarch 22 at 11:18pm
@Delphia_Leader_TWIST, I’m not nesting, but I’m curious. What do we know about the possible Cassandra’s talents?
Delphia_Leader_TWISTMarch 22 at 11:19pm
Sounds like he’s a Seer!
Harriet_West_TXMarch 22 at 11:20pm
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CHAPTER 2
CAL
A man—ora male-presenting person at least—with a backpack and a duffel bag walked along a two-lane road in the moonlight. I struggled to see him in the darkness, but he walked confidently, as if it were broad daylight.
There was a set of double yellow lines down the middle of the road, with a break where a smaller road led off to the right. A set of five mailboxes on a kind of U-shaped bracket stood just before the turn off.
I looked around, but any other landmarks were hidden by the night. I could barely make out grass and trees on either side of the road.
Even if I’d been able to see more clearly, I knew I wouldn’t recognize the man. He had a blankness where his face should be that meant I’d never met him or seen his picture. He wore a trucker hat, a plaid shirt open over a white t-shirt, jeans, and some kind of heavy-soled boots.
After a minute or so, the man glanced over his shoulder, then stopped and turned around. He cocked his head and stared. Dropping the duffel bag, he ran for the trees.
I heard his panting breaths, and my heart sped up. He was almostthere. He sort of tripped before hunching over, and I could swear it appeared as if he started running on all fours. What the hell?
My vision was suddenly obscured, like a dark fog blotted out what little moonlight there was. But only between me and the man. I couldn’t see him anymore, or the trees he’d been running toward. But to either side, I could still make out the road.
I heard a yelp of pain, but the sound abruptly cut off.
I sat up in bed, my breath harsh in the silent room. The clock read 4:17am.
I would not be going back to sleep.
I hadn’t had a vision where someone was in danger in a couple of years, maybe more. I didn’t see how reporting this one to the authorities could possibly lead to anything, but I wanted to dosomething.
I forced myself to go down to the apartment gym and work out for thirty minutes while I pondered my course of action, but in truth I already knew what I had to do.
After a quick shower and a mediocre cup of coffee—I was shit at making it myself, but desperate times and all—I opened my laptop and started an email to Penelope Ramirez. Hopefully she was still with the Texas Rangers, but it’d been over five years since I’d last communicated with her.
Still, she was my first choice to contact. She’d never treated me like I was insane or wasting her time, like the Austin Police Department did. If Ranger Ramirez’s email bounced, I’d try the FBI.
I described the scene from my vision with as much detail as I could remember about the road and the landscape, but itwasn’t a lot. Maybe she could at least tell the highway patrol to look out for an abandoned duffel bag on the side of the road. Hopefully the killer hadn’t taken it.
I grimaced as I hitSend, but the email didn’t bounce, so that was something.
I closed my laptop and got to my feet. It was way early to get to the office, but I was still creeped out by the vision, and sitting alone in my apartment didn’t appeal. Quickly I got dressed in my usual uniform of ancient jeans—the new ones weren’t comfortable, sue me—even more ancient Converse—ditto—and a graphic t-shirt. Today’s selection said, “Before you speak, remember I have admin rights”.
