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"Stay with you… and other psychics?" Claire said.

"Whoa, whoa wait a minute," Jack said. "We don't even know who they are, Marie!"

Marie didn't even look at her brother as she crouched down in front of me and asked, "What are your names?"

"I'm Claire. This is Sam…" Curiosity took over. "What powers do you have, Jack?"

"I'm telekinetic. So, what are you, Sam's advocate?"

"Jack…" Marie said.

"Marie, I don't trust them." He lowered his voice to a whisper, though I could still hear him. "They could be working for AISP for all we know."

"Do they look like they're in any condition to capture anyone!?" Marie agitatedly whispered.

"AISP is perfectly capable of getting good actors…"

"Oh, for heaven's sake!" Marie offered her hand to me. "C'mon. Don't worry about Jack. He won't bite. You're safer with us, anyway."

We were walking through some abandoned sewers. There's something very cliché about this… Jack was point followed by Marie, then me, then Sam bringing up the rear. He was still mumbling to himself about all the 'gold' he was seeing. The sewers were anything but gold. Metal tubes filled with old moldy water and covered in mucus and slime.

"Hey, Scarface." We had taken a short break and were all leaning against the damp walls. Sam momentarily stopped his mumbling and looked up at Jack. His eyes were dead and he subtly moved closer to me. "Can you talk to us or are you too occupied talking to your imaginary friend?"

"Jack!" Marie slapped her brother on the arm. "The heck you doing?"

"I don't trust him, Marie. There's just something about him…"

"How thick are you, Jack! His name is Sam." Without another word she marched down the sewer line. Jack made no further comment and followed her. I looked back at Sam, who had continued his mumblings, with a confused look. "What does his name have to do with anything?"

"Pretty boy likes his present," Sam mumbled. "Gold disappeared when I lost it… I promise, follow when separated... "

We arrived at an old sewer main about half an hour later. There were three other occupants lying on old mattresses and blankets. Empty cans lay everywhere. A small collection of water bottles were stacked in a corner. There was a crank lamp and a couple flashlights lying about.

A middle-aged Asian American looked up at us from his book. He was curled on a mattress holding what I recognized as the Bible in one hand and a flashlight in the other. Two African Americans, a woman about my age and a little girl about seven, were huddled together on a mattress under several thin blankets.

"Here we are," Marie said in a faux cheerful voice. "Home sweet home."

"Who are our new friends?" the man asked.

"This is Claire and Sam. Claire has visions. Sam a touch empath."

The man nodded. The woman stared impassively and the little girl in her arms grinned widely. "I understand animals," the girl said proudly. "But mommy can tell them what to do. And they listen! They don't listen to me. But if mommy asks them for food, then they bring some!"

The woman's stare finally focused on us. She held the girl closer to her. "I'm Laura. This is my daughter, Gina." Gina smiled proudly at her name.

The man stood up and held he hand out to me. "I'm Markus." I took his hand and shook it. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Claire Winchester."

My stomach flipped and my face turned red. "Umm… My name is Claire Shoeman. Winchester is…"

"Oh, my. I'm sorry. Guess it hasn't happened yet."

"Sorry?"

"I'm seer as well, Ms. Shoeman."

I allowed myself a small smile. I wonder…

"Alright," Jack said. "There's a few things you guys need to understand. One: Any food you find is split between all of us. Two: Never go out alone and never go out without telling everyone else. And three: I'm in charge. What I says goes and keep in mind I hate complaining." Jack went to a corner of the main and lay on a pile of blankets.

I looked at Sam, who seemed more lucid at the moment. He looked around the main, then at each person. His eyes seemed to follow an invisible line. He wandered away from all of us to an empty corner. He smiled. Actually smiled. His eyes shining and everything. It made my chest swell. Well, at least he's more comfortable here. He leaned his forehead against the wall and sighed. After a moment, he curled up on the floor and fell to sleep with a smile on his face.

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