Durant, taken aback, widened his eyes and tried to read this man's face as he spoke. It was strange to hear such things from a complete stranger, yet in his heart of hearts, he was conflicted yet hopeful: Hopeful that he was right, but conflicted that he was being tricked all over again.

"...Where do you learn such things? Are you a mystic?"

He paused, and lowered his voice. "...Where is she?"