Concern mixed with a bit of disbelief colored Mady's gaze.  “Dani...: Her tone was soft, trying to keep from showing just how worried she was.  She wanted to hope Dani hadn't been using. But it was that or insanity.  Not that the girl wasn't due a little crazy. Pulling back to sit on her heels she watched as Dani worked intently.  It was obviously extremely important to her.<br/><br/>Taking the book she looked at the sketch, the details being far too vivid for it to be made up.  “Okay Dani. I believe you.  But it doesn't make sense, right? You touch the door handle and see a murder.  A murder from the what...twenties?  I'll take you down to the clinic tomorrow. We'll get some blood work done. Some brain scans.  Just to make sure. Okay?  People don't just...see things.”