Aileen Cejelli Holistic Messenger (Dirk Gently Holistic Detective Agency)

You're going to get sick Dirk.

Darkness.

Pure black nothingness.

It is the only thing that fills the room except for a silent women. Shes perfectly placed in the center of the middle cushion of a white love seat. Thousands of little talies are scratched into the cushion. The womens eyes are glossed over as she stares into the black abiss. The urban haired womens fingers are griped tightly on the side of the cushion. An IV bag is placed beside her and is connected through a needle into her arm.

She hasn't moved from her spot in perscily 42 days. No one has come to check on her yet or to test her.

Not that she can do what they want.
It dosent work that way.

The room is silent but inside of the womens head are whispers.

Not sentences just words.
Fragments of every day life, thoughts and feelings.

None of it ever really makes sense until she finds the one shes looking for. Who ever that may be. Sometimes she hears a voice of a child who has gotten lost, feeling scared calling for her mum or a man tied up screaming for help in the back of car.

She knows the names of these people and hears their plees. She heard what they want to say but can't get them help.

She would help them get there message to those who could help. She wasnt able to help them physically. Not really. The only thing she can do now is comfort them. Talk to them. Sometimes they tell her where they are or or where their from.

Sometimes in bad ones they tell her their fears and wishes. Most of the hurting ones think of her as an angel or even death coming to take them.

It burns hear very being that she cant really be there but its the best she can do. To listen and to talk.

But sometimes when she shows her self to them to long she cant come back. She gets lost a long the way the more time shes out of her body. Getting back puts her body in a broken state of repair. Thats why she hasn't been able to find him in many years.

She's been waiting for when she was strong enough to get to him.

She sensed him almost 120 days ago.

She heard his bubbly voice and felt his pain as he was shot. She wanted so badly to reach out for him. To tell him shes here again and for him to take her with him. She was finaly so close to him But she wasnt strong enough then to travel.

But she was strong enough now. She had a feeling that she could find him.
The Universe was giving her a feeling of hope.

The women let out a sigh.

The agents were coming again.

But somethings changed. It dosent feel the same.

Something felt..... terably off in the Universe.

A loud train of clicks from the light above hummed loudly as it lit the room.

The womens eyes stung from the brightness and she flintched harshly liffting her legs to her chest.

The door in front of her opened and out stepped a black man that she never met before who dressed very sharply in a grey suit.

Ken. His name was ken.

Soon followed another man she new very well .

Mr. Priest.

These were men that made her skin prikel with anxiety. The universe was not happy with their presence.

"Hello Project: Iris. My name is Supervisor Adams. It's very nice to meet you. I've heard that you can do very amazing things."

Supervisor Adams crouched down in front of the women and looked into her eyes.