"Why are we doing this?" Cyn said. They were walking up the path. "It doesn't make any since."
"It makes perfect since. We go in, you ask a couple questions then Sam and Sally come to the door-"
"As a couple who is trying to make an appointment for him to marry them?"
"Precisely."
"Are you still hung over?"
"Like a fat man's love handles." They knocked on the door.
"This is stupid." A small Hispanic woman opened the door. "Hello, I'm Providence Murphy and this is Jonah Smith, we just called and made an interview with the Mayor."
"My I see an ID or some type of certification?" They both flashed an ID.
"We are from the National Enquirer."
"Please come in. Mr. St. George! There is a Providence Murphy and Jonah Smith here from the National Enquirer!" The woman said into an intercom.
"I will be down in a moment, Claudia. Take them to the Lounge." She led them up flights of stairs to a room that was decorated in black, white, and grey. They sat on the grey leather couch. Cyn smoothed her black pencil skirt and moved around to find a comfortable spot on the couch. Claudia sat a cup of tea in front each of them then added cream and sugar. Cyn picked hers up and drank from it and Dean picked his up, tasted it and decided he didn't like it and almost spit it out.
"Make yourselves comfortable and help yourself to some cookies. Mr. Mark will be down soon." She turned around and walked out of the room. Dean leaned back on the couch and spread his legs to get comfortable.
"Dean, she said get comfortable not make yourself at home. Were still talking to the mayor."
"Fine," He sat up angrily. "I don't like people unless they have boobs." He looked over at Cyn's legs.
"Are you flirting with me Mr. Smith?"
"Of course not. I'm counting at the lint on your skirt. I am so bored! Usually something attacks me or I have to shoot something by now." Dean fiddled with the crease in his khakis.
"You have ADD, man."
"Probably do." They sat there for awhile quietly. "There's twenty-three pieces of lint."
"Jesus!"
"Hello there." A mans voice said. They both jumped and looked over. "You must be Jonah and Providence. I'm Mark St. George." Said the man. He was tall-about 6'4ish-with jet black hair and ice blue eyes. He looked to be pretty young and had a deep voice that traveled. They stood to shake his hand and he kissed Cyn's. "Providence, that's a beautiful name." He said keeping her hand.
"Thank you."
"No seriously. You do know what Providence means? It means fate, destiny. Like it was providence you called me for this interview."
"Aren't you married, Mr. St. George?" She said slipping her hand out of his and crossing her arms.
"Actually, I have a situation." He casually strolled over and poured himself a glass of scotch. "Would you all like a glass? And call me Mark, if you please."
"No, we're working, Mark." He walked with long legs over to a chair and sat right in front of her. "So, what is your thought on the teenagers of this town looking older than you do?"
He took her hands one of his. "It's a tragedy. I believe that something out of our hands is happening." He drank some scotch and rubbed the back of Cyn's hand with his thumb. He looked in her eyes.
"Mr.-Mark. You never answered me on my question about your marital status forwardly. I'm a journalist and I don't take kindly on bullshit."
"And I wouldn't feed you bullshit, Providence. That's the last thing I would want. Jonah, you've been very quiet in all this. Would like to talk to me? I won't bite. I promise." He smiled showing perfectly straight white teeth and longer pointed canines.
"What do you know about your ancestor Malcolm St. George?"
"I could see that one coming with my eyes covered and my back turned." He chuckled. "I inquire about him all the time-"
"Just answer the damn question and stop the whole Edgar Allen Poe trip."
"Ahhhh…Edgar-"
"Mark!"
"Sorry. I guess I'm an old soul. I don't tend to talk as people normally do-"
"Mr. Mark?" Claudia said from the door way. "There's a women and a man here who want to talk to you."
"Mama would have a fit if she knew I was pondering business things on a Sunday."
"They are a young couple who want to get married."
"I guess I could see them quickly, if dear Providence is willing to wait for a short bit."
"I guess we could wait." Mark kissed her hand and stood up.
"Thank you. I will return soon. Please help yourself to something." He left the room with Claudia.
"Freak." Cyn said standing up.
"And the Oscar goes to Cyn Dixon." Dean said.
"I have to go and look through his things. If they ask remember I'm going to the bathroom."
"Gotcha." Cyn snuck out the door. She walked down the hall and could hear Mark and Sally talking. She looked in rooms and they all seemed to be bedrooms. She found one of interest but it had a keypad lock on it. Her head began to throb and swirl. There was a piercing sound in her ears.
She saw she was face to face with Mark and he was kissing her but she couldn't move. It was dark and dank where she was and it was something was lurking in the shadows…She saw Sam kneeled over off to the side but her premonition self wasn't struggling to save him and he was bleeding…
Sam's head was pulsating. He was in the bathroom and he was going to find Cyn. He saw in the premonition that she was kissing Mark and it really got to him. Was he feeling jealousy? Or was it just because she wasn't saving him?
She was kissing him harder than before and they we're backed against a post. She knew that Sam was hurt-maybe even dieing but she couldn't move. Then she realized: it wasn't that she couldn't move-she didn't want to.