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her! She plays Doctor Lavenly on that comedy show they film here at Detroit Receiving."
    "Emergency Room Angels," Tyree quietly supplied the show's name.
    "That's the one." Nina's expression turned serious. "Is there something about her on the web?"
    "She was killed in a car accident on her way to the show's set yesterday evening."
    Nina stiffened in her seat. "Did they give any details?"
    Tyree turned troubled eyes on her. "It happened just like you saw it."
    Nina began to tremble. "I knew it; I'm turning into one of those people you see on the psychic-network!"
    "Now hold on a moment." Tyree tried to forestall her panic. "Let's check out a few more of these visions before we go jumping to any conclusions."
    She agreed and the two of them spent the next half hour doing just that only to discover that all of her visions matched perfectly with recent events reported in the news.
    Tyree turned off the laptop, and Nina regarded him through miserable eyes. "Are you convinced now?"
    "Completely," he said reclining thoughtfully into his chair. "This truly is an amazing ability you seemed to have developed."
    Nina gaped at him in disbelief. "I'm turning into some kind of freak! What so amazing about that."
    "You're not turning into a freak, Nina…"
    "Yes I am! I've seen this kind of thing on the cable channels. I'm gonna end up locked away in a padded room ‘cause people will think I'm crazy, or they'll hunt me down ‘cause they think I've been possessed by some kind of demon; like in that movie, the Exorcist!"
    "Oh stop it, Nina!" Tyree's sharp tone cut through her hysteria. "Have you ever witnessed a real exorcism?"
    Nina gave a negative shake of her head.
    "Well I have!" A slight shiver ran down his spine at the memories of those harrowing experiences; particularly the one involving a sixteen year old girl named Katey…and the fifteen members of her dance class that she butchered one Tuesday afternoon. Expelling the demonic spirit that had taken up residence within the child's body nearly cost Tyree his life.
    He was still haunted by the image of a possessed and blood-soaked Katey hovering in the air over her victims, and even more so by the one of her sitting cross-legged on the floor of a padded cell in the psyche ward of Dawson's Juvenile Detention Center, completely consumed by guilt.
    "Trust me, Nina. You are definitely not possessed. And you're not going crazy, either," he added before she could say it, prompting the distraught woman to throw her hands up in resignation.
    "Alright then, genius, what is happening to me?"
    Tyree regarded her through speculative eyes. "Are you familiar with any of those stories in the bible?"
    "I haven't touched a Bible since grade-school," Nina confessed unashamedly. "Why do you ask?"
    "Because what you're going through sounds a lot like the trials experienced by some of the biblical Prophets I studied at the seminary."
    She stared at him for a moment then released a bark of laughter. "Please!"
    "I'm serious, Nina. Your situation has all the earmarks of what the church calls, a Divine Manifestation."
    "And just what the hell is that?"
    "It's the sudden appearance of talents beyond the normal capabilities of men and women." He smiled at her look of skepticism. "I'm not kidding. These unusual abilities are generally thought to be Divine in origin."
    Nina arched a cynical eyebrow. "So what are you saying; God's giving me these crazy visions?"
    Tyree shrugged. "The Bible is full of stories about ordinary people, like your self, given extraordinary abilities for one reason or another. Maybe you've been chosen to become a modern-day Prophet."
    "Now why would God choose someone like me for something like that? You know how I feel about churches and organized religion."
    . "All t o well,” Tyree chuckled. “But there's a lot more to serving God than going to church. It's also about the way you live your life. Misses Jenkins hasn't missed a service since you and I were here as kids, yet she still