Chris woke with a start, like he forgot something, something important..... He started running through the previous day to determine what he missed. A soft snore drew his attention to Rivers that was fast asleep. Aah. Yes. Rivers. He frowned, so him becoming his roommate was not just a misunderstanding.<br/><br/>It's not that he didn't like Rivers. He was perfectly pleasant. In fact he found it strangely easy to talk to the man. Rivers may not have realized it but for a man that hardly spoke at all he had engaged Rivers in conversation twice! But he didn't get him, still haven't figured out why he was stuck with vision of him to the point he was rendered useless when they needed him.<br/><br/>He tried explaining to Celeste once how it felt before he got a vision. The best he could come up with was comparing it with a sneeze. That tingling feeling you get in your nose before you sneeze, just in your head. He got that exact tingling just as he stood from the bed.<br/><br/><i>Celeste was standing, looking tired, she had on a black dress, Rhen was near. Her phone started ringing, she picked it up, staring at the number with a frown. </i><br/><br/>He shook his head lightly. What was so important about that? His visions were acting up, great. Perhaps if he..... He consentrated on his last vision, forcing another to the surface.<br/><br/><i>Rhen had a backpack on her shoulders, she was standing outside the mansion, looking back at it, she was clearly leaving. Turning to leave she was joined by Rivers</i><br/><br/>He blinked in confusion. They were leaving? He looked back at the sleeping man...... but, he didn't want him to leave...... he still haven't figured him out. He should go tell Celeste about his visions. He quickly got dressed and started to leave when he spotted a glass, half full of booze. How did he even get back to his room? He grabbed the glass to take it back to the kitchen.<br/><br/>There were three kinds of visions, those he called forth, those he could feel coming and then the reason he hated his 'gift' those that just hit, and hit hard. His body froze, the glass falling from his grip, it shattered next to Rivers head, his normally grey eyes now nearly cloudy white.<br/><br/><i>He could feel an awkwardness, like when you didn't know how to talk to someone. The feeling changed, he felt sadness, a sense of loss. And then just a name, that unbeknownst to him he said out loud. <br/>
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RREMINGTON </i>