<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Thomas Wong Lee - The Psychic</span></div><br/><br/>Los Angeles, California<br/>The Abandoned Warehouse<br/>7:10 p.m.<br/><br/>Alexandra was going to have to step into the old man's shoes, and that wasn't going to be easy one bit. Tommy didn't exactly see eye to eye with his parents at all. They were Chinese through and through. He wouldn't have been able to handle all that tradition, and instead stuck with his good old American know-how. However, it looked like Alexandra wasn't going to have much of a say in the matter, though.<br/><br/>Some people became great, and others eventually had greatness thrust upon them. It didn't look like there was much in between these two situations. From what he had understood, however, it actually looked like this was going to be a rare example where someone who was capable of rising to the occasion was actually going to need to rise to the actual occasion in question.<br/><br/>Perhaps their family relationship was better than his actual relationship was in turn. Regardless his thinking wasn't going to do anything about any of this. Actions were going to speak a little louder than words. Still, certain words could be pretty irksome, and that comment about the stars wasn't exactly helping anyone.<br/><br/>"Well the stars don't say anything, since they're balls of gas with no mouths, toots. My intuition, though, says that it wasn't just the nicotine that killed him."<br/><br/>Unlike a few certain people, he put full faith into his psychic powers. He probably would have been able to found more believers had, well, he not been so smart with all of his comments. Those comments probably did a lot to hurt his credibility for sure, but Tommy didn't really intend to correct his personality any time soon. This was a time for an investigation. It wasn't a time for personal growth.<br/><br/>At least Bert seemed to have a little more respect for him. It might not have been much, but even he had to admit that the other could at times be a sharp dresser. Best of all, he showed more respect than Evelyn ever had. "Aren't we all supposed to be workin' together or somethin' to get the job done?" He thought that in theory at least they were supposed to be something of a team.<br/><br/>Now, to make things worse though, that drink that he found so disgusting was brought into the room. Coffee was something that he would so foul smelling and tasting, though he perhaps didn't have the same kind of moral reservations about it that he must have had about smoking. This was a different addiction, though admittedly it still wasn't necessarily one that he had particularly liked really.<br/><br/>"Personally, I have no idea how you all can drink that mud." Tommy once more scoffed, figuring that they really needed to be working on the case more than anything else. Sighing to himself, he paid close attention to her offer. She had asked if there was anyone who wanted to say anything. Naturally he had wanted to, and in fact some people might have said that it wouldn't have been possible so far to shut him up.<br/><br/>Regardless, he looked toward her again and swallowed. Letting out a deep sigh, he thought carefully about what it was that he might have wanted to say before he said it. Sometime in these sorts of situations it was best to give plenty of thought to what you wanted to say. The wrong thing could really make you look like a genuine idiot for sure.<br/><br/>"Whatever you might think, well, I'd stay on this project even if it kills me, I don't care if it's just your project, I really want to stick on it." Eventually he frowned and shook his head, unsure of how she was going to take that. This was a case he felt was worth investigating. While he certainly did want to bring up the idea that he could try and listen for her deceased father's voice, he didn't know if that would be right to say at this point. Honestly he didn't even know whether or not she believed in his powers, so he didn't know how she would have taken to a mention of them.<br/><br/>Still, he did figure that it might have been useful to bring it up at some later time. Sighing a bit, he tried to at least make a gesture. It was a sign that he had wanted to say something else to Alexandra over time later on, but that it wasn't important enough now to actually bring it up. Well, it was pretty important to him, but he figured that there wouldn't have been much reason to bring it up. She wouldn't have really been all that open to it in the end more than likely anyway.