Nick sat in his recliner chair, flipping through channel after channel of infomercials, commercials, and the occasionally good show. But he was just trying to occupy himself, something was on his mind.<br/><br/>Or rather, his mind was on something. He could feel something, something bad... very bad. It reminded him of that feeling he had before "The Accident". He tried to ignore it, he promised himself he wouldn't get involved in this Conjuring crap. Not after what his parents did. They were still fixing up that place. Granted, its kind of hard to fix a big crater in the middle of London, but where there's a will there's a way. He sighed as the feeling grew ever stronger. Not only did he sense this overbearing gloom, he sensed people in it, people like him. Dammit... it just kept getting worse and worse.<br/><br/>Nick shut off his TV and put his face in his hands. What to do? He sat there for a long while, trapped in his own thoughts.<br/><br/>Nick suddenly got out of the chair, walked to his apartment door and threw on his white jacket, putting his hood up.<br/><br/>Today was going to be one horrible rainy day.