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<blockquote data-quote="loxmyth" data-source="post: 905999" data-attributes="member: 1255">Duante shrugs his shoulders, looking perplexed.&nbsp; He raised the globe to eye level and cocked his head as he gazed at it.&nbsp; There was something troublesome about it, but he had been trying to put it out of his mind and concentrate on what was going on around him.&nbsp; &quot;Yeah it's weird, but so what?&nbsp; Maybe the globe was made here.&nbsp; It's just a momento from the gift shop.&nbsp; One of those things tourists pick up, you know?&nbsp; 'Hey honey, traveled the American mid-west, got trapped in a rest stop by a psychotic murderer, all I have to show for it is this snow globe.'&nbsp; That could be it, couldn't it, right?&quot;But even as he said the words, Daunte was realizing how unlikely it was.&nbsp; The globe had been in the briefcase with the rest of this weird cult stuff.&nbsp; It was the briefcase of a very orderly, businesslike man.&nbsp; A man like this wouldn't be carrying a cheap trinket home for his wife.Sighing and running a hand through his black curly hair, Daunte rolled his eyes.&nbsp; &quot;Okay, I'm listening,&quot; he stated, caramel eyes resting on John.&nbsp; &quot;What do you think this thing is?&quot;&nbsp; He absently shakes the globe again, then holds it out.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="loxmyth, post: 905999, member: 1255"] Duante shrugs his shoulders, looking perplexed. He raised the globe to eye level and cocked his head as he gazed at it. There [i]was[/i] something troublesome about it, but he had been trying to put it out of his mind and concentrate on what was going on around him. "Yeah it's weird, but so what? Maybe the globe was made here. It's just a momento from the gift shop. One of those things tourists pick up, you know? 'Hey honey, traveled the American mid-west, got trapped in a rest stop by a psychotic murderer, all I have to show for it is this snow globe.' That could be it, couldn't it, right?" But even as he said the words, Daunte was realizing how unlikely it was. The globe had been in the briefcase with the rest of this weird cult stuff. It was the briefcase of a very orderly, businesslike man. A man like this wouldn't be carrying a cheap trinket home for his wife. Sighing and running a hand through his black curly hair, Daunte rolled his eyes. "Okay, I'm listening," he stated, caramel eyes resting on John. "What do you think this thing is?" He absently shakes the globe again, then holds it out. [/QUOTE]

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