This World

"Oh, good. I mean, we only just started dating!" he told her, his voice cracking a little, causing him to blush. He sat next to her and rubbed the back of his head. Great. He hated it when his joking went too far.

"You know I find it amusing you're all nervous now," Zach said, smiling and trying to remain calm. "It's almost cute." In a brief moment of bravery she leaned closer to Orion, her head over his, though her body was perpendicular to his.

"Damn, woman, you're cruel," he muttered, eying her body so that he was almost drooling before sulking, "I must be a masochist."

Michel

"Really? And what would the strangest part of that be?"

Robert

"I also found some old English newspapers talking about a similiar case. No pictures were there, but the girl matched Amy's description. However, it also mentioned her death...and the article itself was written in 1721."

((So, after I wrap this up with Michel, anyone mind if I did a time-skip to the next morning?))

Michel

Michel bit his lip as he finished typing down the information Rob was giving him. "So...if we include Amy, that makes five confirmed appearances around the world and across history.... This can't be a coincidence." Michel stated.

(sounds good to me.)

Robert

"Certainly not. Well, I wish you luck, Mike. I certainly can't wrap my head around this case. Maybe you'll do better."

Michel

"Yeah well, I can only hope so. Night, Rob." Michel replied before hanging up.

Michel allowed his body to relax as he tried to think over what was going on... But after a few minutes, the Reporter accidentally fell asleep.

(I'm fine with that.)

(I'm good with it. Just want to add an Amy dream sequence and Magus is I shouldn't, go ahead and kill me.)

Amy looked out over a battlefield, her face twisted into what could be consider a smile. She sighed sadly.

"Something wrong," an unseen man asked from beside her. Amy shook her head.

"Nothing. Humans just interest me so. Add confusion, rage and distrust with unexplain death and they are willing to fight."

"Does it upset you," a female voice from her other side asked.

Amy shook her head watching the chaos below.

"No. They all deserve it. I feel no sorrow for them. Maybe pity, but their deaths mean little to me."

((The Dream Sequence is fine with me. Now skipping to Saturday morning!))

General Narrative

Another bright morning settled upon the suburbian town. The sun shined brightly, illuminating all. Things slowly picked up as the clock struck ten o'clock, and people began to go about their daily routines. Thankfully, to the kids of the town, it was Saturday, the first day of the weekend. No school for another day, and they would be free to do what they wanted, for now.

((And now everyone can begin to wake up, if some have not already awokened.))

Amy sat up in the bed blinking. She had the strangest dream last night, but something in her told Amy that it wasn't just a dream. She shook her head, trying to smile.

'Impossible. I never saw a fight in my life. And it can't be a memory. My parents would never take me there. Right?'

She looked over at Sayo's sleeping form and she pushed the dream from her mind. She would worry about it later.
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Zach yawned and stretched, her foot kicking something solid. She turned to see Orion's still sleeping face and she grinned. Slipping from the bed she headed to the bathroom.

Sayo

Sayo gave a yawn as he slowly awoke. He stretched his limbs, though frowned for a moment as his leg collided with that of another. Who...?

Oh, right, Amy. They had slept together the night before, at her insistance. Sayo smiled a little nervously and pulled his leg away from Amy's. Her craned his head over to her, seeing that she was awake now.

"Good morning. Did you have a good night's sleep?"

"Yes," Amy lied. She had finally decided not to say anything about her weird visions or dreams until she could make sense of them herself. She felt wrong betraying her friends' trust like that, but she didn't want to weird them out. "How was your's?"

Sayo

"Good." Sayo said with a bright smile. He sat up and got out of bed. "I'll go ahead and fix us some breakfast, if you don't mind."

((Anyone object if I have the gang see a movie together, later in the day? Maybe Jacob could meet Toko's new character there.))

(Fine with me)

Michel/Jacob

"Hey. You know you could have just crawled into bed." Rebekkah commented as she looked down at Michel, who was still lying on her couch. The Reporter quickly stirred as he heard her teasing voice, and he couldn't help but smile as he saw Rebekkah's face looking down at him.

"Well...we could go back there right now?" Michel asked suggestively.

"With your morning breath? Not right now, Honey." Rebekkah replied.

"Thank God. I do not want to hear that this early in the morning." Jacob commented as he opened the fridge.

(I'm fine with it)

"I don't," Amy said. "And anything you make is fine with me. I'm not very picky."
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Zach slipped off her night clothes and placed her new ones by the toliet. Then she turned on the shower and got in.

Sayo

"Great," Sayo quickly went grabbed some clothes from his drawer, and went into the bathroom to change. Once he was done he went back to his room amd put the clothes into a hamper. Sayo made his way downstairs and began to cook breakfast.

?

A knock came from the door of Jacob's house all of a sudden.

((And now we can do the embarrassing shower thing with Amy and Sayo!))

Amy decided to take a shower. Maybe it would help her relax and forget all the weird things. She grabbed the clothes she wore yesterday since she had nothing else and headed to the bathroom. She stripped and got into the shower.

Jacob/Michel

Rebekkah was sitting on the couch next to Michel, allowing her boyfriend to massage her shoulders when suddenly someone knocked at the door. "Jacob, can you get that?" She shouted to her Son.

Jacob pulled some Toast out of the toaster, sighing loudly as he heard his Mom's request. With food in hand, Jacob walked to the door and opened it.

Sayo

Sayo finished fixing most of the breakfast, setting bacon, eggs, and some toast on plates for him and Amy. After waiting a minute, Sayo decided to go upstairs to look for her.

"Amy?" he called out into the hall, but got no answer. Sayo peeked into his room, but no one was in there. He walked toward the bathroom, giving a light knock on the door. It wasn't locked, though, and his knock caused the door to open wide. Sayo gave a small gasp and felt his entire face heat up. Foolishly, he stood rooted to the spot.

Ahead of him stood Amy in the show, which (unfortunate for Sayo at that moment) had a see through screen door.

?

"Hello there. I'm looking for....ah, Michel." a police officer begin, peering toward the living room as he noticed the reporter.

"Just the man I needed to see."

Jacob/Michel

"Are you here to arrest him?" Jacob asked nonchalantly before taking abite out of his toast.

"Yes, Officer?" Michel asked as he stood up off of the couch.

Amy kept on washing her body, not noticing the door was open or that Sayo stood at it. In fact her mind was elsewhere and so she wasn't paying attention at all.

Police Officer

"Robert Lynn died in a house fire last night. His cell phone was relatively undamaged, and we traced his last call to your phone, Michel. We've found evidence that the fire was no accident. What did Robert call you about last night?" the officer asked.

Sayo

Sayo stuttered to come up with a response, but words failed him. As much as he tried, he couldn't tear away his gaze from Amy. Eventually he regained some control over his body.

"I'msosorry!" Sayo managed to blurt out before speeding out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Sayo rested out in the hall, breathing deeply and trying to regain his composure. And failing miserably.

Jacob/Michel

Jacob dropped his toast as he heard the news. "****." The boy swore.

"Jacob!" Rebekkah shouted at her Son, a stern glance in her eye.

"What!? Your boyfriend just killed his friend!" Jacob shouted back.

"That's not what happened at all, Jacob. Were you listening to what the Officer was saying at all?" Rebekkah asked rhetorically.

As this conversation took place, Michel walked around the coffee table towards the entrance of the house, stepping outside and shutting the door behind him.
"He just wanted to give me some information on a story I was doing. You know that Serial Killer running around town?"