Wade knew she was ready to go, and normally, he wouldn't hesitate to take the chance to see all she had to offer. She leaned into him and stared provocatively into his eyes.

"Wanna take this to my apartment?"She teased

"You have no idea how badly I want that. However social convention generally frowns on the taking advantage of a hottie when she's tanked. Not that I really care about that, but I kinda like you. So I'm trying not to fuck this up."

"Are you kidding me? I spend two hours literally tearing apart my closet, wear this super sexy dress to a local fucking bar, get New Orleans style wasted and now you're turning me down? Are you fucking serious? Fuck you, I'm going home. Thanks for nothing, Wade."

She pushed him away, stumbling from the recoil, and started bumbling away from him. She made it four steps and leaned on the wall to remove her shoes. He went after her, refueling her attempt to leave. She was slightly more agile without the stilettoes, still quite impaired. She made it three steps out the door and collapsed. Wade was there in an instant to catch her, but he caught his breath when he saw she was completely motionless. Wade gently nudged her cheek, a panic starting to rise in his chest.

"Anna? Anna what the hell? Anna come on this shit ain't funny!"
He was almost shaking her at this poing, but he stopped when he noticed her eyes were closed but flickering rapidly beneath her eyelids.

{Shit! She's having a seizure!}
[No, idiot. She's having a vision! We have to get her home!]

"I know! I'm TRYING!" Wade said, lifting her as he stood.

She began to make subtle movements, a finger twitch, a furrowed brow. Wade put her in the passenger seat of her car and quickly retrieved the keys from her purse. He drove her the short distance to her apartment, grateful for the lack of people in the lobby. He carried her up the stairs anyway, to decrease the chance of an encounter.

{Yea, because 9 flights of stairs is nothing after Francis! Ha!}
[Clearly we won't be running into that stupid fuck.]

Fade into a dark, dank hallway. The hands at the end of the arms are large and smooth. This man clearly doesn't have to get his hands dirty. As she tries to gain perspective on the man who's eyes she's sharing, she takes in obvious details, making mental notes. Armani suit, cufflinks. Distant scent of... Oh she'd know that scent anywhere- Desert Velvet Oud by Dolce and Gabbana. As the man walked down the corridor he hummed to himself. He stopped just outside the door, peering into the tiny window. He looked in with disgust at the man who slept on the floor. Pulling the key from his pocket, he unlocked the door with a loud click and walked into the small room. The man woke with a start at the sound of the key. He sat up against the wall and looked up at him. The man crouched down and placed one hand on the wall.

"Tell me who the thief is and I'll see that you eat today."

"Please! I don't know! I cant force the visions! Please! It's been three days, I'm so hun-"
The man in the suit slapped his face brutally.

"Don't beg! Don't you act like a fucking little bitch! It's bad enough you can't even control your supposed "gift" but don't you dare act like that. What kind of man begs? You're more of a bitch than your slut sister."

"Don't you talk about her like that! Don't you talk about her at all!" At the mention of his sister, the weak man became enraged. He tried to push back with his tone but it came across meek.

"Sick. Both of you. Pathetic. I'll come back later to see if you're more cooperative."

Anna could hear the man start to sob and the other left, probably delirious from hunger. Her heart wrenched as she heard such despair. She tried to focus on the surroundings but she could feel herself slipping back. She clung desperately to the vision, willing herself to somehow stay. Her mind pulled at her and she could feel her body convulse in the struggle. Her head seared with pain and she lost focus, fading to black.

He used the keys to open her door and laid her on the couch gently. She was still under, but as he took his arms from under her knees and neck her body began to shake voilently. She moaned and grunted unintelligible nonsense and began to gasp for air. Wade dropped to his knees, and grabbed her arms, pinning them to keep her from thrashing wildly and hurting herself. It sounded as though she was trying to say something, but couldn't make out anything but gurgles and gasps. He sat her upright on the couch, not knowing how to help her, and feeling useless. Her body gave a violent jerk and then went limp.

Before Wade could react, Anna's eyes opened wide and she let lose a scream fit for the most gruesome of horror movies. Her pretty face was now pale and palid. Her eyes now sagged like she hadn't slept in days, and she was shaking.

"Anna! Anna what's happening? I know you had a vision, what did you see? What's wrong? Who do I need to kill?"

Anna began to sob uncontrollably. She fell forward into him, collapsing into hysterics. She was still intoxicated, although the vision had sobered her up quite a bit. It was the shock and fear and anger that plagued her expression all at once that had its grasp on Wade. He went to the kitchen and got her some water. He handed her the glass, her hand still trembling, and she looked up at him.

"I... I saw him. Alex! He's alive. I don't know where he is but he's alive. He's locked in a room, by himself, and he's been abused! He looks terrible and I don't know how to help him! I saw him, from someone else's perspective. He's being tortured, I don't understand! How is he even alive? They said- they all said- -that he was -gone! The searches, the hunts. I have to find him Wade. I can't leave him to die in that horrible room. I don't even know where to start. But I know who has him."

"Who?"

"My father."

"I hoped you wouldnt say that. Anna, I know you want to find your brother. I can help you with that. But I need to know you're prepared to handle whatever it is I find. Trust me these situations are always fucked up, blended, and shit out sideways. I need to know that if I go digging here and find something you don't like, you're not going to shoot the messenger. Also, I can tell you that it won't be easy or quick. I don't know how long it'll take. Are you sure this is what you want?"
She looked at him with a worried yet determined face. She didn't want him to leave her right now, but he was the only one who could help her find Alex. As she made up her mind, she took a deep breath and spoke softly.

"Yes, I'm sure."