Author's Note: Um... not much of an author's not here, because I can't really think about anything random to say.... Besides that I decided to add one more little short scene into this chapter.

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At The Hospital -Gus' POV-

This was bad. This was very, very bad. What if Shawn didn't get back in time with the medicine? What if Lassiter died? Would Shawn blame me for not being able to do anything? Glancing up at the detective, I gulped loudly. Sure, the man seemed calm enough on the outside, but I could tell he was freaking out inside.

"Whatever you do, don't panic." I said, trying to reassure him.

Lassiter turned to me, an eyebrow raised, eyes icy. "I'm not freaking out Guster." I shrunk back slightly at his words, feeling the full force of the man's voice and cop glare. How Shawn felt attracted to this man and not intimidated, I didn't know.

"Because it's normal if you do." I replied, trying to sound more more calm and assertive than I really felt, hoping it would help. Lassiter liked people being assertive, right? Not passive and weak.

The detective rolled his eyes and sighed. "Guster, I think you're the one freaking out." His voice didn't sound worried at all, more annoyed and bored than anything else. Maybe he really wasn't freaking out.

I shrugged, trying to casually lean back in my chair as if I wasn't worried at all. But at the look from Lassiter, I could tell that he could see right through me. "Yeah, because Thornburg is freaky. But don't worry, it likes white people."

Snorting, Lassiter leaned back in his pillows. "You think O'Hara and Shawn are having any luck?" he asked, glancing at me before returning his eyes to the opposite wall.

It didn't escape my notice that Lassiter had used Shawn's first name, but I would think about that later. "I know one thing. If the cure is out there, Shawn will stop at nothing to find it."

At Lake Victoria -Jules' POV-

Shawn hoisted himself onto the rusty gate, clad in every piece of padding he could find in Carlton's trunk. Looking over at me, Shawn smiled momentarily before falling to the ground.

"On three... three!" he yelled, running off in the opposite direction of the cabin. The dog instantly started chasing after the psychic, barking his head off.

I heard him yell, "Go Jules, run like the wind!" before I took off towards the house, trying to ignore Shawn's extremely girlish screaming.

Author's Note: So, there is my extremely short chapter, I hoped you enjoyed it.

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