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Sarah runs through the crowd of people in the amusement park, Ryan holding her hand, and finally catches a glimpse of Shawn. She breaths a sigh of relief when she sees the psychic detective sitting on the ground, his girlfriend running a finger through his carefully-styled hair.

"Out of the way, nurse coming through!" Sarah shoves through some bystanders. She'd seen Shawn at his distressed level of…whatever it was that he did…and she wanted to be the one that made sure he was okay.

Ryan, still holding her hand, smiles when he approaches his friend. This is going to require a long explanation.

Around them, the investigating seems to have come to a standstill. Lassiter stands off to the side stoically, sipping from a coffee mug and looking off into the distance, the SDPB all chatting around a table someone – probably Ryan's uncle had set it up – had placed near the scene and put boxes of pastries on it, and Shawn sits cross-legged on the ground, Juliet kneeling in her navy-blue skirt and trying to comfort him.

"Shawn?" Sarah asks, a smile beginning to spread across her face.

Shawn looks up and smiles too. "Hey!" he greets, giving her a small wave.

"What'd you do this time?" Sarah asks, ambling over to him casually.

Shawn laughs. "As soon as you see me, you assume I've done something?" but it's quite obvious something's bothering him.

"Well, the investigation has come to a standstill." Sarah sits down next to Juliet and gently takes over examining his head. Juliet tries not to look jealous that another woman is using such…romantic…gestures toward her boyfriend, but she can't help it and Sarah catches the stiff reaction she has. She scooches back a fraction from Shawn, putting some small distance between them.

"So what happened?" Sarah asks, unzipping her medical bag that she'd had stored in Ryan's car.

Shawn sighs theatrically. "Well, Sarah, sometimes those on the psychic realm experience mind-splitting headaches."

"Have another vision?" she asks, pulling out an ice pack and pressing it to the detective's forehead. He accepts it graciously and squints.

"Something like that."

"Details, oh mystical one?"

"Mystical." Shawn parrots, liking the way the word rolls off his tongue. "I think I'll change my middle name to that."

"Well, Shawn Mystical Spencer," Sarah says, leaning back on the grass to watch the mid-thirties man try to grapple stability, "maybe you could tell me why you're having such a terrible headache."

Shawn looks around them and then leans in closer to Sarah, hoping no one else will hear what he is about to say. "I heard…a voice." He says quietly.

"A…voice."

"Yeah, right around here." Shawn gestures to the roller coaster. "I think it was…"

Sarah leans even closer, their heads almost touching, Juliet still peering at them with mild disapproval.

"I think it was…one of the people killed on the ride." Shawn continues. "They…did this thing, showed me how it happened."

Sarah doesn't know what to say. When she first met Shawn she didn't know what to think either. He's a man that's unfathomable, a never-stopping, always-bouncing, dauntless person with a knack for detecting details no one else can see and a gift granted by some unimaginable force. He glimpses futures and can read people's minds and wear a pair of Nikes like no one's business. But Shawn is not only a force to be reckoned with but also a vulnerable man. It's true and she's probably only one of five people who know this. He's sensitive and aware and realizes that who he is is not always embraced with open arms. And Sarah is one of the few people Shawn can at least show this side to. So, she keeps listening.

"It's crazy," Shawn shakes his head. "I sound crazy."

Sarah touches his arm gently. "You're not crazy," she insists. "You're just a little…different."

Shawn looks up at her like, really? I'm sitting here telling you I hear voices and you're pulling that? But he nods.

"Think you want to take a little investigation break?" Sarah asks gently.

Shawn, resigned, sighs. "Okay."

Five minutes and fifteen seconds later, Shawn and Sarah are casually sitting down at a picnic table, slurping slushees and watching ducks paddle by in the pond. Overhead, a different roller-coaster, roars by occasionally, hurtling teenagers and adults into screaming, laughing spasms, and while Shawn enjoys a good amusement park just as much as the next guy, he can't for the life of him fathom why Ryan's uncle is still running the place when so many murders have been committed. Although, maybe the others feel they're putting life in the fast lane now, risking their lives for a quick day of…amusement. Shawn shakes his head in something of a mix of bewilderment and surprise.

He looks over at Sarah and watches her watch the ducks with a small smile. He hasn't seen her in a few weeks and it feels thankfully good that she's around, like a remedy to the mix-mash of things that have been thrown his way recently. Finding out he's psychic…realizing he has no more money in his wallet to buy Bugles…finding out he's psychic.

Juliet may be his girlfriend…a serious girlfriend, a woman he truly loves, but he can't help but feel a relieved when Sarah is around, like she can swoop him up in all these familiar feelings of being…normal. And maybe that's a little wrong, to have such strong feelings for a woman that he doesn't have feelings for, but he does, and he chalks this up to being a little out of the "average" loop besides.

He sits there, still, minutes later, staring at nothing and wishing that he had never taken on this amusement park business. A murder occurring is not abnormal for him, hell, he's picked up dead bodies before, examined them methodically, so it's not that. It's that this time…the bodies…well, body, is communicating with him. Telling him how it happened. A spirit. Shawn holds back a laugh. For nearly six years he's pranced through the SBPD's halls, gesticulating wildly about the spirits that try so desperately for him to see the truth, having no idea how big of an impact they would have later on. He supposes he's supposed to be wallowing about how unfair life is right about now, but at the moment, he's honestly…okay with what's been tossed at him. Granted, he'd rather not be talking to the dead and it's making his thoughts all muddled but for now, he'll sit next to Sarah and let himself be muddled. Confusion can be alright sometimes.

There's a long pause of silence in which Shawn tries to open his mouth and say something but nothing tumbles out and he goes back to looking at the ducks in the pond, which are currently being fed pieces of shredded-up bread by a father and his daughter, whose laughter seems to bounce off the pond and echo in front of Shawn and Sarah.

Sarah finally looks over at Shawn and smiles. "Yes, Shawn?" she asks knowingly.

Shawn exhales a deep breath. "Thank you. For coming." And for totally and completely accepting my insanity, he wants to add, but his mouth won't form any more words and he has a feeling she understands.

"You're welcome." Sarah leans back, letting the sun fall on her face.

Shawn suddenly feels a vibration in his hand and realizes his phone is going off. He answers it with trepidation. "Hello?"

"Shawn, we've got a problem."

"I'm on it." He slides off the table and looks back at Sarah. "Wanna help me save the day?"

She smiles.