With most of the cops attempting to break down the front door of the Coven's house Lilith stood up and followed Chrystabel to the one cop that didn't seem inclined of shooting first and asking for ID later. She glanced down at the files as the cop handed them to Chrystabel but then her sight blurred and she saw a vision of herself riding a guy as if she was an animal in heat. There was no way that was even remotely an accurate vision of her own future. She would rather poke her eyes out than touch a guy in any form of sexual way. It must be like the visions she had had of Fion killing cops at the police station, an illusion.<br/><br/>When the version of her in the vision disappeared she saw that the guy she had been riding was the guy from the funeral home. She then saw the house from the outside, the street and the number. Though she couldn't for the life of her figure out why the guy was important. She just knew that there were questions he needed to answer, like what he had been doing at the funeral.<br/>"Come," she said to Chrystabel and returned to the beat up old station wagon that was still idling on the front lawn.<br/>"Fion looks to be up for the fight here. WE need to check something out. I can't explain what exactly but I know it is important somehow."<br/><br/>She got behind the wheel and as soon as Chrystabel was in the passenger seat she swerved off of the lawn. Now of course Lilith didn't really know her way around Boston but somehow she still knew where to turn left and right to get to the address. It was as if she had a guide in her head telling her how to get to the address.<br/><br/>She parked the car on the curb and got out, looked around and then rushed into one of the buildings, up some stairs and found a door slightly open. She rushed through it and into the kitchen. There he was. The guy from the funeral home and he looked in a bad shape.<br/>"Got any more of those healing potions you gave Fion?" she asked Chrystabel.