Nick POV
After I make my rounds at the Inn, I head back to my apartment. I can't take the chance of anyone seeing me disappear. Once I step foot in my apartment, I focus my mind on my parents' living room. Seconds later I'm standing near the large fireplace I loved as a kid. I can't help but smile when I see my mother sitting in my father's big red chair with what I assume is a cup of hot chocolate. "Nick, I wasn't expecting to see you today," she says. The smirk on her face says otherwise.
"We both know that's not true mother. The minute you forbid Chrissy from telling me about her visions, you knew I would be here hounding you for an explanation." "Do you want something to drink? I have some hot chocolate and peppermint schnapps," she says, motioning to her mug. "Dad must be driving yo
