They rode in thick silence the rest of the way. Tori snuggled close to Jacob, Simon at the rear of the van. The van driver hunched over the wheel and concentrated on the road. Fish and Tina held hands but stared out the windows. They all stood when the van pulled up to the three story antebellum building. As they stepped from the van to the curb, Tori waited for Simon.<br/><br/>"Look. You want to hook up with a new group, this would be the place to find one. Don't feel like you have to stay." Tori spoke quietly.<br/><br/>Simon shrugged as if making sure all his bones were working, "Naw, I'm good. Me and Jacob aren't working together so it should be okay. All of you guys and that van driver too, you guys are witnesses to his aggression toward me, so if I turn up at the bottom of a stair case with a broken neck, everyone will know who to go looking for."  Simon joined Fish and Tina on the sidewalk, then the three of them went inside.<br/><br/>Tori and Jacob started in, but Tori stopped Jacob,<br/>"Jake? are you okay? You have been acting off since we left Bourbon Street?"Tori put her hands on his arm,looking him in the eyes,searching them for signs of the old Jacob,relaxed, intelligent, omg hot.<br/><br/>He smiled and glanced away,as if watching the parade of public that filed through the doors.<br/>"Come on, babe, let's go in. Don't we have to pick a number or something?"<br/><br/>"Yeah, as soon as we get in, the team leader, that would be us. I refuse to be totally responsible for this whole thing,  We will pick a number."<br/><br/>Inside the four paranormal groups were arrayed around the lofty parlor. They could see their reflections in the mirrored walls and the black marble floors. The chandelier was sending out prismed light dancing through the air. Ms. Whitmore was standing on a dais, the toe of her dainty high heels tapping impatiently while a tech man adjusted the mic.<br/><br/>"Hello? Hello?" she spoke into the mic. "Yes, Johnny, it is working now."<br/>An affectionate chuckle rippled through the Supernatural Society, marked thus by the scrollwork names on their polo shirts.<br/><br/>"Welcome to New Orleans.  Hopefully by now you will have chosen your numbers. On this map of the French Quarter, those corresponding numbers mark your individual venues. The Bourbon Orleans hotel, the St.Louis Cemetery #1, Hotel Monteleone and the Beauregaurd-Keyes house. All of these venues have been proven haunted. We want new evidence. Scientific evidence. We will take you in and show you were the hotspots are. Your equipment which is provided by the Society is waiting at the venue. So, take the envelope and team leaders, open it. Go stand by your location on the map."