Avery opens the door, and he doesn't look like the composed lawyer-type Sydney knows. There are bags under his eyes and hasn't shaved. He's clean and his clothes are neat, but inside the house is dark, even at this early evening hour.
"Hey. Come in." he says, finally deigning to turn on the lights inside the house.
"It happened, Sydney. The vision I had at dinner the other night; it was Fargo, Georgia. I saw something happen and I didn't say anything. And now..." his voice trails off. He can't finish the sentence, so he just stops talking.
"The man I told you about was there, too. He was part of it, somehow. I'm sure." Avery says.
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