Blaire could feel when he entered her mind and looked out as she looked around, it was like a simple itch at the back of her eyeballs that she could in no way scratch. He watched as she looked around then started searching for the man that had been againted the wall. When she saw him she could feel Vincent’s feelings of interest and worry. He had not see that man there but from the way she had looked for him he had to have been here in the station since before he had come into it. It troubled him that that man could not have been seen by him. Gently he lifted the memory from her mind of the man and him seeming to be watching for some one.

‘Thank you I just need one more thing from you then I should be out.’ With that he gently lifted a copy of her memories as she entered the building and compared them to his and the ones of the room just now. He opened his eyes into the stall again, deep gouges lined the wall where he had laid his fingers only moments before. This man should have been seen by him but he could not see him. What was going on, and there were two more. One of them was still sitting out there but he could not see her when he had looked there but the proof was there. It was a young looking woman who had been sitting in front of a table drinking coffee and reading a paper. The paper and cup of coffee had been on the table when he had passed her but he had not see her. As they had been looking together she had been starting to stand and walk to the door. ‘ Blaire we will deal with the porter in a bit but that woman,’ He sent her an image of the woman who had been sitting at a table in front of a simple coffee shop just two shops down from where Blaire was.

The woman was finely dress but not overly so to be waiting for the train. Her hair was pulled back in a rather elegant updo with tiny bobby pins with jewels on them twinkling when she moved. Her coat was some sort of fur, Vincent would bet good money it was beaver. Her skin was not as pale as the man that had been watching but a little bit paler then the others around her. Her fingers were long and slander her eyes bright blue made to stand out the more with her cleverly done makeup. Some might say her lips were pouty but to Vincent he thought of them as deadly. ’Is she still out there or has she too left?’ the woman was nowhere to be seen now, her coffee cup was being picked up by a busboy as was the two dollar tip. Which was a little bit more than one would have tipped at a coffee shop like this one for a cup of coffee.