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AN: This is the end of Part One. I'll be taking a short break to finish Part Two.

Monday, June 8: Ghosties ashes have been redirtified and I got a total of two hours of sleep. I REALLY hate visions. Not only do they interrupt my sleep and give me a headache, they're also frustratingly vague. I suck at pictionary, what deity thinks photo-like images are any more helpful? Look like it's gonna be a vague google search again. Oh well. I invited Sam to breakfast, too. He hasn't shown up yet, but it was an open invitation. If he doesn't show up in 10 min he probably already skipped town. I wouldn't blame him either if his reaction to being recognized as a psychic is any indication. Probably already has had a traumatic vision and doesn't want more. Wait... Is that Sam? He just came in and he looks a little grumpy. Wish me luck!

Monday, June 8: 9:30 AM

It was indeed Sam who came through the door of the diner. He had a strange look on his face, somewhere between grumpy and determined. He spotted me and quickly took the seat across from mine.

"I've been thinking." Sam started hesitantly. I smiled encouragingly while I put my journal in my bag. He took a deep breath and continued. "You said that hunting was easier when there are two people there. Was that an offer?"

My eyes widened and I smiled. "It is if you want it to be." He released a deep sigh of relief.

"Then Elizabeth, would you like to work together?" Sam's face gained a hopeful look. I grinned in response. He sat back in his seat, obviously relieved that I agreed.

"A few things before we begin, though." I said, suddenly gaining a serious look. Sam sat up straight and paid attention closely. "First of all, call me Liz. Elizabeth sounds like a stuffy old lady. Secondly, it's cute and all, but you really need a haircut." He smiled sheepishly at me and nodded in agreement. "And lastly, I'm not driving with you in your car. I have my Sweetheart and I ain't gonna give her up, is that clear?" Sam gained an amused look but nodded once again.

"Sweetheart?" ha asked after a few moments. I beamed.

"My Jeep Wrangler." I pointed to my gorgeous car in the parking lot. Sam snorted but didn't comment. He noticed the newspapers in front of me.

"Do you have a lead on a hunt?" I grimaced.

"Yeah, but its vague."

"How vague?"

"A vision last night. Woke me up at 3 in the morning." He looked startled by that piece of information.

"My room's right next to yours, how did I not hear you?" I gave him a strange look.

"It gave me a headache and ruined my favorite T-shirt but nothing else. What do you mean by 'hear' me?"

"Aren't visions excruciating?" His eyebrow pressed together cutely. I shook my head.

"No, like I said, just a headache." He seemed confused by that revelation. He sat back and thought for a moment.

"Well, what was in the vision? Where was it?"

"That is the difficult part." I smiled at him. "Now we have to figure out where we're going. This is gonna be fun."

Tuesday, June 9: New job. Apparently my vision was of Boise, Idaho. According to Sam, he's "been through a couple of times." He went to the park before. He got all quiet after saying that though. I'm developing a few theories about that, and his mopey-ness but none that I feel like writing. Anyway, my vision was of a crime scene at the park and then a flash of a tree. When I told him this he kinda just blinked at me for a few moments. It was a little funny to see him that startled, but it confirmed my theory. He's had a vision or two before but since he's so powerful, it must have hurt more than mine and he got a lot more info from them, or at least more pictures. I hope that by showing off my powers and talking about them, I can get him to let me train him. Wish me luck!