LJ-SEC: (ORIGINALLY POSTED BY tookawrongturn)

"She's here," he said quietly, wincing a bit in the bright morning light. He would have preferred it if they could come at night, but the visiting hours wouldn't allow it. They had to come now.

"How do you know?" his companion asked with a frown. She didn't mind the light as much as he did, though she had learned over their years of traveling together that it was one of his weaknesses.

"I know a lot of things I'm not supposed to," he replied with a little grin, shaking his head. These were things that she should know by now, but continued to ask anyway.

She sighed heavily. "I'm not confident about this," she said suddenly. "I just have a weird feeling."

"There's no need for your worry," he replied smoothly. "I am a master of all things subterfuge and you have a gift for achieving any endeavor you set out toward."

"My gift hasn't been tested in a long time."

"Nor has mine," he replied, eyes bright with trouble. "This should prove fun." They entered the tall building called Pleasantview Mental Health Facility, smiling at a well dressed woman sitting behind the desk in the front hall. "We'd like to visit a patient," Aragon said easily.

The woman, Valerie looked at him as she would any other. "Which patient?" she asked in a crisp, business tone.

"Adelle Wyndham," he replied smartly. "She's my cousin," he added for good measure, thinking if necessary he could whip out the fake ID he had worked up for Adelle and himself.