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The more he progresses, the more he sees evidences of 'something is definitely off' about this guy, Palmer. he had another client, Mrs. March that disappeared all of the sudden last week and another one last month, another old lady that Palmer only visited her once, before she disappears forever. they family who hired him wanted to stay anonymous but they pay him well and so he decides not to pry about his own client's identify. the Middle Town is a small city, terrible weather and even more terrible people when he arrives. rents a hotel right in front of that photography studio just to have the man under his watch for few times.. you can't just go in stranger's territory and say hi without having something from them beforehand.. He did catch the subtle moves in Palmer's body, sweating, fiddling with his hands "mister, I don't know if you've read the news but people keep disappearing the next day they leave your place.. it's why I'm here asking question.." then offers a hand "detective John Vogelbaum, hope you got a beer somewhere in your back rooms, we're gonna have a little chat if that's fine with you?" the man's dressed in fine three pieces suit, what the hell is it?! Victorian styles?! he looks really sharp and dandy compared to John's lazy t shirt with jeans.

The Professor had stepped out of her TARDIS not too far away and fell to the ground. She had been in a lot. The last thing that she remembered was that she was originally a he. A while back, he was in another realm. He fought beings called White Walkers, and he barely had won. But he did. He had managed to fight off his own regeneration to say goodbye to his friends that he had made in Westeros, before leaving aboard the TARDIS when it happened.  Abruptly landing when he finished regenerating, the Professor stepped out of the brown box and looked around at the surrounding area, before she passed out.

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"Brody," she searched his eyes. "You can tell me, you know? Whatever it is."

"Doctor?" His slight confusion was evident in his voice as he spoke. They had suspected some kind of facility was involved in this, some kind of experimenting given the way that they had found the remains of the few lucky victims who had not survived, but was this man a real doctor? Or was it all part of the facade? "I was doing my job... You've been kidnapping people, killing them. Innocent people." His head hurt as his voice raised slightly, but he didn't want to back down.

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"Coming right up." Ro gave the other a smile, before turning to grab a bottle from the fridge. He appreciated that Kaleb came in regularly, anyone who did so was someone who Rowan was grateful for. It meant that he had some people to talk to, people who he had spoken to enough that he felt comfortable striking up a conversation with. "Nothing exciting really. Saw the bouncers eying up some idiots looking to start something, but they hauled ass before Brett needed to do anything. All in all, a pretty boring night."

something  tells  her  he’s  not  being  entirely  forthcoming  and  eunji  has  always  been  good  at  reading  her  best  friend’s  mind.  the  way  he  avoids  eye  contact  seems  to  support  her  assumption,  but  could  it  be  that  he’s  actually  jealous?  they  have  been  best  friends  for  as  long  as  she  can  remember.  “shouldn’t  you  be  happy  that  i’m  finally  getting  out  of  my  dating  drought?”  she  jokes,  a  hint  of  nervousness  barely  veiled  in  her  voice.  “wasn’t  it  you  who  complained  that  i’ve  been  too  clingy  lately?”