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[possemagnet]

So, there's a kid missing? [Dean sounds thought, reflected, and a little worn out. He's pretty pissed about being stuck here still.] Guess we'd better find her.

I know, easier said than done... but I don't want her to turn up dead like the last victim.

This place's pretty twisted.

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[charmprince]

That's an understatement.

I've been trolling the city limits, but... [She's not holding out much hope.]

[possemagnet]

Yeah, I'm startin' to see that.

[charmprince]

I've heard a few rumors about her, too. It seems like she might be a ghost. Not firsthand info, of course-- but something someone I trust said, so...

Probably, it's too late.

[possemagnet]

A ghost. [He sighs in that way that suggests he's unsurprised.] Thanks.

[charmprince]

Nothing to thank me for. Bad news is bad news, no matter how well-meaning the messenger. Or how not-for-sure the message.

But this place reeks of dead flowers, and that's not just something that happens.

[possemagnet]

The dead flowers key into ghosts?

[charmprince]

Don't know for sure. But I know a... well, a lot about roses, and this isn't a natural way for them to go, that's for sure. Not all at once.

I don't know if it's the city or something else, but I have the worst feeling.

[possemagnet]

Great.

That's.... good to know, thanks.

[charmprince]

Anytime.