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“There’s always going to be others, and I know that. It’s not going to stop me from helping people,” Tom said matter-of-factly. “I’m never really safe, anyway,” he added, remembering his first encounter with the supernatural and the existence of witches and dopplegängers, not to mention that he was a supernatural being himself. “You wouldn’t believe the things I’ve learned about in the last few years. Things I thought were only in scary stories I was told as a kid,” he rummaged through the duffel as he spoke, looking for a granola bar or some sort of food.

“You’re a good man,” Cara softly said, “But people like Lilah… They need you out there doing your job, fighting to keep them alive, so you shouldn’t take any unnecessary risks.” Especially not on her behalf. He then added that he was never really safe, and her brow furrowed in confusion, “What do you mean?” Surely being a paramedic wasn’t that dangerous – tonight’s events excluded. Her confusion only grew as he continued to speak, and she murmured, “You would be surprised by what I believe. …What is it? What did you see?”

Tom stuffed his car keys in his pocket, freeing up another hand as he rummaged around. “Are you hiding your food? You need to eat something, and I can’t find any food in here,” he asked, glancing back at the woman. He cocked his head to the side at her question, sitting back on his feet once more. “Well, there’s Dopplegängers, for one. That’s the least weird thing,” he shrugged, failing to mention that he, in fact, was one. “Then there’s vampires and witches. It’s pretty weird, honestly,” he again failed to mention that he was once kidnapped by a witch to hide his existence from other witches. He wasn’t really afraid of it all. Sure, it freaked him out, but he wasn’t scared of what happened to him.

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