<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4500">Holly pulled on her denim jacket before walking out into the New York streets. It wasn't the best thing in the world to do, walking at night. But it wasn't too late and she couldn't stand sitting in the empty house, she hated being alone. At least if she was outside there would be people, even if they were strangers. She could lose herself in a crowd as she so often did.<br/>
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It didn't take long for her to lose herself as she had planed. The night was warm for fall and so a lot of people were still out and about. But of course it was New York and she was sure even on the bitterest of winter nights that the streets would never fully empty. <br/>
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But it wasn't long before her pleasant evening walk took on a sour note. She stopped, clutching the side of a building, pieces of a vision flitering before her eyes. Despite her efforts to push it back some of it still broke through, and the effort to push it away doubled her over in pain. <br/>
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Two images broke through, a man, with dark grey hair, steel in color almost. Something about him seemed twisted. And then there was another, almost animal like in appearance. And then it was over. She straightened out, her breathing ragged.<br/>
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