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Francis finished his food and coffee while listening to everyone else's perspectives and Jessica's questioning. As odd as it was to him and (seemingly) everyone else in the room, he could not recall ever meeting anyone else here in the real world. Most of his investigations would have him stay within the Chicago area, with only a handful of them leading out of the city to catch the culprit. "No, ma'am", he replied to Jessica, "I can't say I've ever seen any of these people in my life." Francis would consider that perhaps he could only remember June's face as clearly as he had since he had gotten within spitting distance of the young gir

June tilted her head, giving the professor a curious look. He had trouble sleeping? That wasn't good! Especially not at his age! Maybe he was a heavy drinker? She didn't want to believe it about the man, but she could distinctly remember a middle-school teacher telling her that trying to teach her had turned him into an alcoholic. "That's right! I don't know why, but I didn't like it at all!" June filled in as the professor recounted some of the details of his own dream. ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤

Jessica gives him a slightly worried look as that lack of proper sleep and even dreaming isn't very normal or healthy."Is that so? So this incident sticks out even more to you then?", she asks, wondering about that quite a bit as well as his statement of never really dreaming, as that is very normal for humans to do after all. "Some things are an...acquired taste though. I used to think I didn't like brussel sprouts as a child, but I have grown to at least tolerate it somewhat. Tell me June...what are you up to lately anyway? Hopefully nothing too...unsavory?", she asks, not quite sure what else to ask the young woman of right now and

During the ceremony she had noticed some more of his discontentment, or maybe it was confusion as he seemed to be expecting something else. People, big small and mystical all put on faces depending on who they spoke to. Being that Callista did not really remember him so much she felt both guilty and hopeful that this would be a way to properly get introduced and acquainted. Though his vows were sweet and his hand was gentle; he seemed to want to reassure her in this moment and maybe it was for appearances only but she appreciated it. She was after all no longer a spinster with this union. Though the comments and snickering she heard from the