"Whats wrong, Cassidy?" she questioned me firmly, but she knew the truth.

The blinding light, the incessant pressure, the feeling of weightlessness that followed, the intense brightning and then the contortion of the contrasting beams twisting all around, forming a parallel universe that I had grown to deal with.

"I saw...." I rubbed my temples, brow furrowed and face scrunched up. I'd never had a premonition like this before - only ones that involved some kind of demon act, or something that would happen because of it. Never had I witnessed a romantic vision - nor one that involved a man that had looked that handsome and dashing. "Nothing, I couldn't find out what it was, it was too murky......"

I felt bad, holding the piece of the premonition back. But I couldn't tell her, for some reason. Chantal was always quick to judge, and entirely headstrong with the incompetent need to look out for everyone but herself in an annoying fashion that irritated me deep to the bone. Christy couldn't have been more different - always laid back, calm and collected. If I let it slip to Chantal, she would probably go out and personally host a search party for the poor guy. He probably didn't want to be popping up in my dreams anyway.

"You sure? You look shaken up, sis," Chantal replied, still looking concerned. Just then, Christy trudged in, head hanging. Her pretty dark hair that was short and layered to perfection fell in perfect waves around her face, and even when she looking mad and tired, eyes puffy, she still radiated a beauty I hated. I knew Christy never would know it would bother me to the point it did - but she had it so easy. She was beautiful, and guys couldn't help but notice her. She didn't pay attention, but I couldn't help feeling envy and a deep pang of it too, whenever a guy's eyes would linger on her just a moment longer than they did on me. We looked similar, except for the fact my eyes weren't as almond shaped. My hair was long, thick, but not as shiny. My face wasn't as soft, mine more angular and longer. She was beautiful, naturally, and didn't even care.

"Sorry to interupt, but....yeah, we have another demon to go catch." she moaned, clutching at her hair with pasty fingers.

We greeted her introduction with a regular chorus of timely groans.

"I know, but I just got a letter in the mail - "

"A letter? The mail?" Chantal and I snorted, rolling across the bed.

"Yes, the mail," she replied, hurt,"but if you guys feel your too above that to know - "

We both shook our heads, still giggling.

"Well, its at Fishermans Wharf, apparently. I received a tip off in the letter. Its signed anonymous, so I don't know how it knows its us."

"What?" Chantal snapped her head up and glared. "Someone knows?"

"Nah, I think they just know us from working with the police station. It says they got a recomendation fom the station for us."

"Oh, thats a relief."

"Tell me about it."

"So, we need to go now?"

"I guess so, demons don't necessarily wait around for us, now do they?" Chantal said, standing first, as always. I rolled my eyes at her rigid back, and Christy giggled girlishly. I grinned and we set foot out in to the breezy night air, the moon providing a dusty, beaming pale highlight on the chilly sidewalk.