> Alex
> I saw the last of the journal hiss and fizz as the acid hit it. "I'm
sorry,
> I didn't mean to interrupt anything," I said with a frown. "I can come
back
> later if you're busy." I wasn't sure that this would wait, the vision had
> been powerful, and disturbing in it's clarity. "Something happened
earlier,"
> I told him, "when I left the room..." my voice trailed off. "Maybe this
> isn't the time, you've been through enough tonight."
>
Derek could see the troubled look in her eyes, "I have to take this
outside," he told her, "you can tell me on the way out. Pick up some
matches on the way." He headed down stairs, glancing back once to see if
Alex was following him. He was still about irked with her for taking off,
but if something wrong he needed to know about it.
Derek
