[Funkduder]

Michael looked in the eyes of the novice psychic and realized that she was broken pretty badly, to the point of tears. It made him guilty not to notice earlier. "Where was I anyways?" He realized that the laser was still on and lighting the way. "Oh right," he thought.
He began to walk over to the young psychic as she turned round a row of shelved books towards the healer. "She's not mad at me, is she?" Michael was tempted to peak into her thoughts and find out, but knowing what he worked to achieve, he figured that it would be hypocritical to try.