When Quincy had finished writing, he collapsed to the men's room floor. He almost took Dunne down with him.
Luckily, the body on the floor didn't block the door completely. Dunne was still able to pull the door open just wide enough that he could squeeze out of the bathroom.
Hannahlee was waiting for him on the other side. "Are you all right?"
Gasping, Dunne slumped against the wall.
"What happened in there?" said Hannahlee.
Dunne was having trouble catching his breath. "He went into one of those...trances of his. I thought he was going to...kick my ass."
"But he didn't." Hannahlee was staring intently, giving Dunne the once-over with her fiery emerald gaze.
Dunne nodded. "Instead, he..." Dunne pointed at the writing on his face.
Hannahlee stepped forward and put a hand on
