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<br/>​</div><br/>He lit a cigarette while while a spewing of words erupted from her mouth. He hadn’t failed to notice the psych ward jewelry around her wrist. If you weren’t crazy when you went in, you probably were when you came out. They didn't treat patients very well that needed the help that John Constantine could provide. The fact that she knew his name meant she may not be as crazy as she seemed.<br/><br/>He just stared at her for a moment saying nothing. His gaze was unwavering as if he were staring down into her soul. He drew hard on the cigarette continuing his gaze through the cloud of smoke as he exhaled. He had too much to do for this shit but he also knew that he wasn’t going to pass up a chance to send one of those fuckers to hell.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#730e02">“Dammit.”</span><br/><br/>The one word summed up his decision. He turned without another word leaving the door open behind him. It was the closest thing you would get to an invitation from Aleister Black. Though he was kicking himself for letting her in, his demeanor never showed it as he walked calmly back to the table. He sat down and moved a few things around on his table and covering the scroll as he did.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#730e02">“Close the door on your way in. You’re letting the smoke out.”</span>He gave the scroll a last look where it was buried under a pile of delinquent bills then turned his chair to face her.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#730e02">“So tell me why you believe the only person that can help you is this John Constantine guy? Don't leave out any of the crazy parts. They might be important.”</span><br/><br/>He was no stranger to the psyche ward. There was a time when he was in her place. He even believed himself to be insane at one point. Then he learned the truth and how to fight them. Despite his vast knowledge in things of this nature, there was still much to learn. The scroll crossed his mind again as he waited to hear her story.