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Suze's POV:

I strolled along the beach board walk after my early appointment. The waves crashed along the jetty and interrupted my train of thought. I felt… strangely guilty. After all, I had probably caused Jesse a lifetime of embarrassment but then again, he had been unforgivably infuriating that morning…

"Excuse me, ma'am?" a small voice asked.

I turned around, searching for the source of the melodic voice and spotted an average looking girl of about 10. She was no ghost yet I was getting a strange supernatural vibe off her.

"Hi there, what's up?" I replied cheerfully. It seemed I had to make up for my sly trick in the morning.

"They said you would help me. They did say."

"Help you with what, sweetie?"

"With…" she leaned in closer. "With the unspeakables…" her voice was controversial.

"The unspeakables?" I questioned.

"Yeah. I need your help. Please ma'am?" she asked politely.

"Well, of course I'll help you but I have no idea what you're talking about…"

"You know… them…"

"Oh," recognition coloured my voice. "Them…"

"Yes, they said you'd help me get rid of that mean old man."

"What mean old man?"

"He calls himself Father Dominic but my daddy said never to trust people of religion ever since that little boy…" she trailed off.

"FATHER DOMINIC!" I nearly shouted at full volume.

"Yeah, you know him?" she asked, immediately losing her politeness.

"Of course I know him, he's my…" I chose my words carefully. "He was my mentor."

"Mentor…" she echoed absent mindedly.

"Yeah, I thought he was off in Atlanta, at that conference thing?" I questioned.

Suddenly, she slapped both her hands over her mouth and looked sideways, guardedly.

"I… I need to go. Mommy might get mad…" she trailed off and fled in the direction of the car park.

I shook my head in amazement. She seemed… strangely frightened beyond her wits. No child as young as her should have to be going through this. After all, I had began my mediator duties well before 10 and I knew what it was like.

She would have a total lack of social life until high school, probably, where she would perhaps meet other social misfits like her but still, it would be difficult for her.

Jesse's POV:

"Good morning, Mr. Kingston. How do you do?" I asked courteously.

"Fine thank you, what a polite young gentleman you are, indeedy!" the elderly man exclaimed, rocking back on his heels.

"Oh, why thank you..." I replied slightly embarrassed, going red in the face.

I wasn't use to the recognition I got because of my manners. In my day, they had been normal, it was expected. But here, it was apparently truly unique to posses such manners.

"OK, well, Dr. Trang will be able to see you in a few minutes and she's got your result today which is excellent. Please take a seat for a minute or two."

"OK," he said, and say down.

I returned to my position behind the high desk and fiddled around for a while. I was seriously contemplating calling Susannah to apologize. I don't know what for though, she should have been more understanding, yet I knew it was in my nature to always be the first to apologize.

So I did.

Hi, you've reached Suze's cell. Can't reach it at this moment but leave a cool message and I'll get back to ya. Buh bye!

I smiled at her voice. It had been too long; normally we lunched together everyday at the café down the street.

Brrrrng.

I snatched up the phone once more.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Jesse?" Susannah's voice came through the connection clearly. "Did you just call me?"

"Err, yes," I said, just slightly humiliated.

"Oh…" she seemed at a loss for words so I decided to cut her some slack.

"I thought that perhaps you would like to meet a friend of mine. Her name is Teresa, she works with me at the clinic," I do not know what possessed me to say that but it just felt right.

Teresa had always been one of my very closest friends. She wasn't like the other women I met in public; she didn't flirt outrageously or wear inappropriate clothing. She didn't try to impress me on every occasion. She joked with me and helped me when I needed assistance.

"Oh…" she sounded shocked. "I guess… we could… meet for lunch… or a smoothie… or something…"

I chuckled lightly at her trailing of sentences.

"Yes, I think we should meet for a smoothie. Perhaps in half an hour?" I questioned.

"Err, yeah, sure," she replied uncertainly.

Suspicion coloured her voice. She was probably wandering whether this 'Teresa' was my new concubine or something along those lines. Obviously she didn't know me well enough to realize I would never do such a thing. Not even if I hated her with every fibre of my being.

"Great. I will see you there then," I said and hung up the phone.

"Teresa?" I asked as I entered the stuffy storeroom at the back.

"Mmmm?" I heard her muffled voice.

"I was wandering whether or not you would like to join myself and Susannah for a smoothie later today? I thought it would be appropriate for me to introduce her to you," I ventured.

"Oh, that sounds fabby," Teresa was always extra friendly.

"Excellent, in half an hour, OK?"

"Yep."

Suze's POV:

He had asked me to a smoothie with his colleague. What was I to think? He had never asked me to be introduced to one of his female friends. It made me anxious, what if he wanted to break up?

How could he even think of breaking up with me? After all, I was the one who risked her own life to save him from never-ending uncertainty between two worlds.

No, Jesse would never do such a thing. We love each other too much, maybe not at that exact moment, but I knew deep down he adored me as I to him. I smiled, euphoric at the thought.

No, it would be just fine, I thought to myself as I rounded the corner to Benjy's Café…