Frances parked car and scanned the area, just to confirm she was in the right area. Ducking over to the passenger seat, she picked up the CD stack she had offered to loan their magician Orlen. The kid spent all his time in another dimension, no way he had good taste in music besides Enya and chanting. Striding up the stairs, she knocked on the opened door only to see Orlen waving his hands and yelling. She looked around, eyebrows going up and reaching for her shoulder holster. "Imma going to guess this is a bad time?"
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