@mostlydamned
Intuition was a hell of a thing—amazing, life-saving. And it was also an annoying fucker. Frustrating at its best, and maddening at its worst. Andy definitely felt the latter. A vision here, a gut feeling there, and weird dreams all around but nothing to give it substance. Just a few images and a name and a place didn’t stretch very far.
Andy and this Maya person would just have to figure it out.
But first, she needed to find her. A name and a place, but not a face? What was she supposed to do? Go around asking “Hey, is your name Maya?” until she hit the jackpot?
Well, it couldn’t hurt, could it? People would look at her weirdly or curse her out, so what? Direct, to the point... it was a no-brainer.
Asking is just what Andy did, picking out the closest person to her. “Are you Maya?”
















