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Nick Gant sat in Hashbrowns Café, picking at his half-eaten breakfast of a chicken chipotle omelet and hashbrowns. He had been hiding out in Chicago for some time now, making his way back to America after everything that had happened in Hong Kong with Cassie and Kira. It seemed like it was time to 'come home' again so to speak, to at least come back to America anyway. He had been waiting to see or hear from Kira again but it was Cassie who had delivered the bad news a couple of months back. Something had happened and Kira, who has been trying to make her way back to Nick, hadn't made it. Living with the idea that maybe he was the reason that she had died had taken a toll on Nick.

These days he barely slept and when he did it was only for four hours at a time, if that. He wasn't entirely reckless but he was certainly still a gambler. He'd just gotten better at using his ability to make sure that the odds worked out in his favor. Nick sometimes found people to shoot dice with him just to pass the time. The rush from gambling and hoping to not get caught as he Moved the dice seemed to be almost all that he had these days. On days like today, where he had nothing to do, Nick certainly felt lonely. Cassie would come and go, of course, but she had bigger things to take care of. Like trying to free her mother from Division. He helped where he could and on those days, he actually felt like a functioning member of society.

Today was one of those days where he sat in this café and picked at his breakfast and generally felt sorry for himself and his current lot in life. He glanced out the window and took a sip of his coffee, not paying much attention to anything right now. There was just the chatter of the people around him, mostly college students, and the occasional visit from his waitress to top off his coffee and to check on his progress with his meal.

"Your food's getting cold. If you're not going to eat that, I'd be happy to give it a shot."

Nick's head shot up at the familiar voice, a trace of a smile starting to upturn the corners of his mouth. "Cassie," he said, her name easily falling off his tongue as his smile grew. He nodded to the seat across from him and Moved his plate so it was a little closer to her, chuckling as she picked up a fork and started in on the hashbrowns on his plate. "What are you doing here? Any news on how your mom's doing?"

Cassie shook her head, as she chewed on a bite. Talking with her mouth slightly full, she started to explain herself. "You're about to get a visitor," she said as she reached with her free hand into her bag, pulling out her sketchbook. She slid it to him before getting some of the omelet on her fork. As she ate that bite, Cassie scrunched up her nose. "What are you eating? That's disgusting."

Nick chuckled, a lopsided grin on his face as he pulled the notebook to him, flipping through it. He found that now that she was here that he had missed having the kid around. There were various sketches in her notebook of some of Cassie's visions and Nick glanced briefly at each of them as he made his way to the last sketch she made. He stopped on the last page to have anything drawn on it, turning it toward Cassie. "Who's this?"

"The hell if I know," she said with a brief shrug of her shoulders. She gestured to the page with the fork in her hand before getting some more of the hashbrowns onto it so she could eat a bit more. "She's coming to see you. Probably soon. I'm not entirely sure. She's been pretty good at hiding her decisions so far so she has to know that there are Watchers on her tail. Division is trying to find her although it's not clear why. At least not to me. Not yet anyway. Anything that has to do with Division, well, I've been keeping an eye on that. When I saw you and this girl …" Cassie again gestured to her crude drawing of a blond girl, shrugging again. "I figured I should give you a heads up."

Nick's brows furrowed as he looked at the drawing. Cassie was no artist so he wasn't sure he even knew who this girl was but clearly she was coming to see him. Cassie wouldn't have seen it otherwise. He picked up his own fork and started to eat again, ignoring the young girl's comment about his choice in omelets. He was staring at the drawing as if he'd be able to decipher it somehow although Nick knew he'd never been entirely sure what Cassie's drawings really meant.

"When you saw her, what was going on? Any clue on why she's coming to see me?" he asked, looking up to see Cassie with one of his slices of toast in her mouth.

Cassie shrugged. "She needs to talk to you. Or something. Not too sure. Like I said, she's pretty good at hiding her decisions and motives," she said, smiling up at the waitress who came to check on Nick. She quickly ordered chocolate milk for herself before finishing off the slice of toast. "She's a Mover too. If that helps."

Nick's brows furrowed again in concentration. He shook his head as he started to eat in earnest. Suddenly his stomach didn't feel sour and he realized how hungry he was. Before Cassie had shown up, he wasn't sure he was going to finish off his breakfast. Now he was thinking that he should order something else to eat. Maybe some bacon. And another order of toast. He was going to need the food if he was going to have the energy to figure this out.