"You been through this before?" he asked, raising a brow. He pondered for a moment... then a slow smile crossed his lips. "Ah, I see you've been talking to Michael already," he purred. His eyes looked her up and down - obviously checking her out.<br/><br/>"Michael is an... escaped patient from a local mental institute. He believes.... get this... he believes that he's God," the good looking blond man said, then chuckled softly. "You'd best stay away from him, Rebecca. He is in need of a lot of help, and if you play into his fantasies, it will just make things worse. He's hurt a lot of people, and he particularly enjoys beautiful blondes," he said, smiling again at her.<br/><br/>"As for me... I do not work for anyone. I am... self-employed. And no - I am not wanting you to 'change' anything. Each of us should be allowed to be who and what we are, don't you think? Your life seemed to be going along just fine, right? Having a good time, enjoying yourself frequently. But then... that gunshot," he paused, glancing down at her shirt, where the blood still smeared over the fabric. "Changed everything. But why am I here? The answer to that is simple - I want to help you, Rebecca. I want us to be... business partners. I want us to be friends... good friends," he said, another smile crossing his lips.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>