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Chapter Three Regina and I were walking through the hallways of the mansion that Vision was using as its current headquarters. According to Regina, this mansion was owned by multimillionaire business mogul Joseph Hanson, who apparently was a Visionist convert who was letting his fellow Visionists stay here in order to avoid the authorities. In fact, Regina told me that this mansion was one of Hanson’s seven summer homes, located in the wilderness away from all major cities and most minor ones. The closest town was about fifty miles away, so the possibility of police or anyone from the government stumbling upon us here was miniscule. It looked like the kind of mansion you’d expect a rich guy to own. The floor was made of sparkling clean marble, covered in lush red carpeting, while the wal