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The light in the windows across the street were like golden beacons in a sea of night. She looked at them and sighed; a heavy, foreign sound. "Why does she leave the blinds up and the curtains open? Does she want to attract attention, or is she na?ve enough to believe there's no one looking?" "Thoughtless is a better description," Oren replied, a sneer in his voice. Oren? Yes, this was a dream; another one of Jorick's dreams. And Katelina was along for the ride, like a third party observer, looking through Jorick's eyes at a building she recognized all too well. Her apartment. The heavy sigh was repeated, and Jorick murmured quietly, "No, that's not what I meant." "We all know what you meant." Someone coughed, and Jorick turned towards the sound. Patrick stood across the empty roo