AN: Hey all you guys. I bet you are all wondering when we'll get to the court stuff, huh? Well, I can tell you right now, it won't be in this chapter. Sorry. That's all, so enjoy.

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7:30 PM

WRIGHT ANYTHING AGENCY

When Quinton fainted, Apollo and I carried him up to his room. As we were getting him up the stairs, something fell out of his right pocket. I didn't have the ability to retrieve it until we came back downstairs. I saw it on the stairs, so I picked it up and looked at it.

"Hey, Apollo." I turned and said, as he was behind me. "Look at this." I showed him the object. He let out a small whistle. The object was a small circular picture frame. Inside it was a picture of a beautiful young woman, who looked roughly the same age as Quinton. She had tan skin, raven hair, and sea green eyes. She was wearing a sleeveless tee shirt. As the picture was only an upper body shot, I didn't know how tall she was, but I could just picture this girl being taller than me. She was smiling in a way that told me there was nothing she would rather be doing than be doing whatever it was that she was doing. Written on the bottom of the picture was a sentence in small writing. I focused until I could read it: I will never forget. Apollo must have read it as well, because he looked about as confused as I felt. We walked down and rejoined the others. Then, we all began to discuss exactly what just happened. Mr. Wright told Pearls and Maya about what happened before they came in, and about Quinton's special ability. Then, I showed everyone the picture, and as I did, I realized something.

"This picture fell out of his right pocket." I said. I noticed everyone had their attention on me, so I continued. "Well, when you announced yourselvs as spirit mediums, he began clutching his right pocket." As I said this, Mr. Wright began pacing. He looked quite deep in thought. "Is there something wrong, Mr. Wright?" I asked him. He looked at me, and I could tell what he was thinking.

"Actually, yes. The person I that picture is obviously important to Quinton, otherwise he wouldn't have it in the first place. Since a spirit medium channels the dead, and he instinctively clutched this picture when he knew what you guys were, I can only assume that means that whoever this person is, she is now dead." After he got done explaining, he stopped pacing and looked at us, waiting for our input. Before we could voice our opinion, however, we were all shocked by a new voice.

"A brilliant deduction, Mr. Wright." Said Quinton. I turned around to see him standing on the threshold of the room. For some reason, I couldn't quite tell what he was feeling. Everybody jumped in guilty surprise. It was then that we realized that we had been poking around in his past behind his back. I had time to wonder just how fast he recovered from fainting, when I realized that nobody was saying anything.

"Quinton…" I began, but he cut me off with a shake of his head.

"I don't want to hear it, Athena." He walked over, snatched up the picture, and then walked out of the room. After he did, we all just stood there in total silence. Then, finally, I walked out of the room after Quinton. I was heading up the stairs, when my keen ears picked up a noise above me. I hurried up the stairs, and I heard the sound coming from Quinton's apartment. By the time I got to the door, I could make out what the sound was. It was crying. I stopped before I could open the door. Then I knocked on the door. The crying stopped.

"Who is it?"

"It's me, Athena. Can I talk to you?" There was a pause, and then I heard another sigh.

"Alright, come in." I opened the door, to find Quinton sitting in the middle of the floor with his head in his hands. I sat down next to him.

"I'm sorry for talking about you behind your back." He looked over at me, and I could see that he didn't have his shades on. I looked away immediately. I heard him laugh.

"You know, it's rude not to look somebody in the eye when they talk to you." He said. I was surprised.

"What about your power?" I asked him. He laughed again.

"Unless I want to see the memories again, it's a one-time thing per person." He said. So I turned to look at him. His eyes were red rimmed from crying, but otherwise they looked pretty much the same. "And as for your apology, it is unnecessary. It's human nature to be curious about new developments. Give me a bit to get myself together and I'll be down to explain everything."

"You don't have to explain anything, Quinton. It's not really any of our business." I told him. He just shook his head.

"Whether it is or isn't irrelevant to me. Athena, I need to tell somebody. I'll be down in a few minutes." I got up and walked to the door, which I had left open. Before I left, something occurred to me.

"What was my memory?" I asked. "What did you see when I took your shades off?" There was a small silence after I asked him, and then he replied.

"Your mother." Was all he said, but that was all I needed.

"Thanks." I said, and then I left the room and closed the door.

9:30 PM

WRIGHT ANYTHING AGENCY

We were all waiting patiently when Quinton entered the room. He had on the same outfit he had earlier, plus the shades. He pulled up a chair and sat down.

"Alright, where do I start?" he asked.

"The picture?" Apollo suggested. Quinton nodded.

"Alright." He took the picture out of his pocket and looked at it. He took in a deep breath, and began. "This picture was taken three years ago. It was taken just after I graduated, as I recall."

"Who is the girl?" Trucy asked. Quinton sighed.

"Her name is Serena Ferman, but everybody called her Sylf. She was my girlfriend." There was a pause after he said that. Pearls was the one to break the silence.

"Was?" She asked. "What happened?" Maya shot her a death glare.

"Pearls! That's not something you ask someone." Quinton shook his head.

"It's fine." He said. Maya relaxed a small bit, but she still shot pearls a death glare. "To answer your question, she died, as Mr. Wright so expertly pointed out." Mr. Wright looked quite uncomfortable when he mentioned that.

"Would you mind telling us what happened?" Apollo asked. Quinton nodded.

"I don't particularly know. We were in a plane crash, and I was hospitalized for about a month. When I was finally discharged, I learned that Sylf died in that same crash. I was told her death was instantanius." The silence that followed that statement was almost painful. Then, Quinton leaned back in his chair. "So, now what. I think that wraps up all my dramatic explanations."

"Actually, I think you have one more." Said Apollo. "Why did you want to come here in the first place if you thought all this would happen?" Quinton nodded.

"I was wondering when somebody would ask me that. That's an easy one. I came here because I heard how weird the cases you take are. I figured that if any of you found out about my talent, it wouldn't be the weirdest thing you guys came across." There was a pause, and then we all fell down anime style.

"You mean to tell me that the whole reason you came here is because of how weird our track record is?" Mr. Wright asked as he picked himself off the floor. Quinton nodded again.

"Pretty much. Well, that and the fact that you guys seem to be the best around." Mr. Wright let out a sigh.

"I guess that's a little bit better." Mr. Wright said. "But that is still quite a blow to my pride. I'm going to go to bed." As he got up to leave, everyone else seemed to notice how late it was as well. Trucy, Maya, Pearls, and Apollo all went to bed as well. Soon it was just me and Quinton in the room. I was suddently very uncomfortable, though I don't know why.

"So, now what?" I asked. Quinton shrugged.

"I don't really know." He said. "Perhaps you could tell me a bit about yourself." I nodded. After that, I told him all about how my childhood was, how I met Mr. Wright, why I became a lawyer, and the fact that I studied psycology. Then, we started talking late into the night. It was about midnight when I noticed how late it was.

"See ya tomorrow, Athena." Quinton said. I nodded.

"Later." I said. Then, we both went up to bed.

AN: So, what do you all think of that? I apologize if the ending was a bit run-on, but I couldn't find a good place to stop. Let me know if you guys have any ideas, and enjoy some of my other stories. Thanks.