Tiffany caught up with Aaron at the corner of a series of connected shopping outlets. They sat on a park bench watching scattered late-night shoppers wandering from a far.
"So let's go over this one more time. Your abilities have jurisdiction over the unconscious so we've come to understand, vaguely enough. So we're to find a peculiar straggler and see if we can uncover what lies underneath whatever interesting asset we find. This is an operation of discovery mainly." Having repeated the plan, Tiffany scouted the few sleazy mall rats still dwelling nearby.
"Hmmhm. That's us babe. So let's just go do this psyche thing." He nudged his head towards a fashionably dressed looking tart of a young lady coming of a designers clothing store.
"Hmm... over-dressed on a late Tuesday night. Overly sexualized self-important presentation and posture. Face caked with makeup, expression utterly devoid of hope or joy, no accomplices or friends nearby. Looks like she could be a bit of a case." Tiffany noted.
A man bumped into her after, apologizing and nervously making his way into the same store. She swore loudly as he ignored her and her dropped purse. "There's our opportunity." Acting quickly, Aaron snuck over and patted her on the shoulder, scooping up her purse as she stumbled about. Tiffany helped put the contents back in the bag as the boy slowly massaged his hand from her shoulders to her neck and head. If she said yes, his condition could be met.
"You seem a little lost. Think perhaps we can help?" He asked,smiling like an angel blissfully about to strike down a sinner.
