<span style="font-weight: bold">Florist </span><br/><br/>Declan stood there for a minute. Somewhat blank and gobsmacked.<br/><br/>“…Uhm…” he uttered “hey what?! Girlfriend? Lady, I’m gaaa…”<br/><br/>He then bit his tongue. Wondering why the hell he would be giving away so much information. Especially at a time when the girl would rather be packing up right now.<br/><br/>“Ok, sorry about that, I’ll start again,” Declan shook his head, and cleared his throat. Causing Olive to stare at him even more quizzically.<br/><br/>“The flowers are for a colleague of mine,” Declan explained “one I work with.<br/>Olive tilted her head ever so slightly. Wishing he would just get to the point by now.<br/><br/>“…she’s been very stressed lately with what we’ve had to deal with…” he explained “so I thought any bunch of flowers might help her realise that at least someone cares.”<br/><br/>“As for flowers themselves… I wonder… what would you recommend? Maybe roses… white lillies?”<br/><br/>“I’m not that much of an expert to be honest…” he said grinning sheepishly as he scratched the top of head.<br/>_____________________________________________________________<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Outside the record store </span><br/><br/>Athena studied James quizzically.<br/><br/>“Your boss gets drunk during working hours?” she asked “you do realise that that’s…”<br/><br/>Athena stopped. Something wasn’t right. She felt that this subject needed more investigating but now wasn’t the time. She didn’t have much control over the situation and all her other colleagues, bar Declan, had gone home by now.<br/><br/>“No worries sir, I’ll let you get back to it ok?” she said, taking a drag, before giving him a mock salute with her other hand.<br/><br/>“Have a good one.”<br/><br/>She then had a thought. Once she makes distance from this man, she'll keep the cigarette for finger print evidance. Even<br/>if none were found at the crime scenes, she'd hope it'd be a link of some kind.<br/><br/>____________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">Psychiatrist room</span><br/><br/>Julien began into intertwine a lock of hair around on of his elongated fingers. Still waiting for his patient to answer the question.<br/><br/>“Well?” he asked with what sounded like suppressed impatience.<br/><br/>“…right…” she uttered, almost a faint timid echo. Placing a small hand against the couch to peer at the brooding figure behind her but was only able to see the swivel chair with its back turned to her.<br/><br/>“Well… I still hear voices at night…” she said shifting back into her seat whilst twiddling her thumbs in a nervous fashion.<br/><br/>“Really?” Julien asked with a hint of interest. Admiring his nails for a second before turning over his shoulder somewhat.<br/><br/>“What kind of voices?”<br/><br/>“I don’t know…” she murmured somewhat.<br/><br/>“Come on, sure you do Carly,” Julien chuckled impolitely “just look back. Reflect and ask yourself, what did the voices sound like? Were they… high-pitched, low-pitched, child-like, monstrous…”<br/><br/>“Uhhhmmmm…” Carly started biting her nails nervously. Something Julien could pick up even from where he was sitting.<br/><br/>“Heavenly?” he asked more audibly.<br/><br/>“Yes… heavenly… how… how did you know?”<br/><br/>“Pft…”  Julien shrugged nonchalantly, supressing an amused laugh.<br/><br/>“Symptoms of common mental illnesses I diagnose every day, Carly. Don’t forget that only you and I know how sick you are. Otherwise you wouldn’t be hearing these voices at night. And doing some of the<span style="font-style: italic">other</span>things you do.” He said raising his eyebrows and rolling his eyes jovially.<br/><br/>“Yeah… I guess…” Carly gave in. Fidgeting with her hands “I wish the nightmares would just stop, as well. It’s like I’m seeing…”<br/>Julien perked his ears up and narrowed his eyes as he listened carefully to the next word.<br/><br/>“Premonitions.”<br/><br/>“It’s part of the mental illness Carly. You have to understand that,” Julien presented “no matter how significant you think these dreams are, you’re deluded.”<br/><br/>“…but… sometimes they happen during the day also…” she said, turning her head somewhat over her shoulder as she said that.<br/><br/>“So you’re hallucinating now?” the doctor scratched his chin with interest “you must be getting really sick…”<br/><br/>“No! I’m not… I’m telling you doctor…” Carly cried out “these premonitions are really… and… and…”<br/>Before she could finish her sentence, Julien was already standing in front of her. Tall, folding her arms and tilting his head to one side.<br/>His eyes were so red.<br/><br/>“…I’m scared…” she finished with remorse.<br/><br/>Julien smiled a little and narrowed his eyes, before slowly waning his head to one side. Scrutinizing the patient in front of him.