<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.us/a/img690/4042/edmundentin.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Billy Wilson<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Jack’s apartment<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: white button shirt, blue vest, brown slacks<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Open/Everyone, Madelyn, Chrissa<br/><br/>Turning back from Tristyn, Billy noticed Madelyn was having a hard time. No big surprise there. If someone like Michael, who had been sharpening his ‘gift’ for half of his life, still had problems when he saw his visions, then it would be twice as bad for someone who was just starting to experiment with the talent.<strong>“Madelyn? Are you feeling ill?”</strong>He asked, looking over the kitchen counter with concern. She had the same bloody tears as Michael had before. Her premonition was not any better than Michael’s before.<br/><br/><strong>“So people out there have already gotten smart about needing weapons. If we don’t keep up, we’ll stay behind. We should hurry over there.” </strong>Billy nodded to Chrissa,<strong>“I’m with you.”</strong>He said decisively.