<br/><div align="center">(http://i416.photobucket.com/albums/pp250/jlop985/Internet%20Posting/felicia2_0_jpg_595x325_crop_upscale_q85.jpg)</div><hr/><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Blake Leonard</strong></span><strong> =Starbucks= </strong>-Feeling creeped out by Sam-<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Blake placed her green tea frappe down on the coffee table in front of her before picking up the tiny dessert plate with the raspberry cookie on it.  She reclined back into the soft plush chair and crossed her long slender legs.  She would have been in a place of serenity if not for the glaring eyes next to her.  The redhead tried not to stare back, but she would occasionally take a peak from the corners of her eyes.  The raggedy man beside her was definitely staring.<em>'Maybe I shouldn't have sat here.'</em>She began to regret her decision.  She didn't know that he was actually looking past her and not at her.<br/><br/>Blake bit into her cookie and chewed cautiously, being wary of the man.<em>'Maybe I should say hello?'</em>Her mind began to run through different scenarios.<em>'Maybe he's staring because I have something on my face? Or maybe it has sometime to do with those pills he just took... narcotics? Hallucinogens?' </em>She shuddered a little of the thought.<br/><br/><em>"Are .. are you .. like me?" </em><br/><br/>Suddenly the man spoke to her.  Blake turned to the sandy blond man with a half bitten cookie in her mouth.  Her moss green eyes met with his soft brown ones.  He looked tired.<em>'Did he not get much sleep either?'</em><br/><br/><em>"Can you see them? Hear them? Who is he, the one with you?"</em><br/><br/><em>'Ok, he's a whack job.'</em>Blake began choking on her cookie.  She quickly slammed the plate back down and grabbed her frappe to take a few sips.  The redhead gently pounded her fist against her chest to try and dislodge any chunks of food stuck in her throat.  She was now pretty sure the man was high on something.  Once she was able to calm herself, she slowly turned to the man and spoke softly, as if she was talking to a child that had woken up from a nightmare.  "Sorry but, can I see who?" She turned to look behind her, nothing was there except the cream paint coloured wall. She then turned to look at the barristers behind the counter, they were definitely trying to avoid eye contact with her but were glancing in her general direction.  Her coughing fit must have drawn their attention, but she highly doubted the man was talking about them. Blake got the feeling that the man was talking about someone else in particular.  She turned back to him, "I came here by myself, so I'm not sure who you're referring to." She leaned back slightly, withdrawing herself away from him.<br/><br/>The looming black figure behind her seemed to laugh, not hauntingly, but more of a playful sort of way.  It then hovered its hand above Blake's head and gave her a pat, like a doting father.  She of course could not feel it.<br/><br/>"Did you get much sleep last night?" She asked out of genuine concern.  She always felt like she had to help others.<br/><br/>