"Kill you? I don't know, it depends," She smiled, "I'm still making my mind up about you."
                              
"No, not that. Would you read my thoughts?"
                              
"I have...once. But it only told me that you trust me to change, which you already told me to my face."
                              
Stephen was happy she had shown him the same courtesy of not reading his mind twenty-four, seven. But now he was curious, was she serious about killing him?
                              
"Would you seriously want to kill me?"
                              
"No. I don't want to kill anyone."


                              
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"SERIOUSLY STRANGE, IF you don't tell me where we're going I'm leaving," Wanda adjusted the baseball cap on her head, making sure it shadowed her face which was covered with dark sunglasses over her eyes.
                              
"Don't worry, we're almost there," Stephen said, leading her around another corner. 
                              
"You know, this is the first time I've seen you in normal clothes," Wanda looked him up and down - he wasn't in his 'Wizard' costume today. 
                              
He was wearing a casual outfit of a plain, baggy grey shirt with a long black cardigan and blue jeans. 
                              
Wanda was wearing something not too different as she had taken up his offer to wear his old shirt as they were going out in public.
                              
"I wasn't always a sorcerer, I'm a person, just like you."
                              
"I know that but it's still weird," Wanda thrust her hands into back pockets, "You said you had an accident...do you mind if I ask what happened?"
                              
"No, it's okay," His tone made it sound like it wasn't but he continued anyway, "I was driving recklessly, wasn't concentrating and I crashed into a cliff. Both my hands suffer severe nerve damage."
                              
"Your hands are injured?"
                              
"They shake," Stephen explained, "A lot. It's better than it was during the early days but they don't work well enough to ever become a neurosurgeon again."
                              
"I'm sorry, that must have been hard for you. Becoming a doctor was your dream right? Must have been hard to throw all of that away."
                              
"Yeah, it was. But it was only the beginning of my life, not the end. Besides, being a doctor isn't my dream - helping people is."
                              
"That's inspiring," Wanda looked around the roads, nervous that people could notice her as they walked along a crossing, "So enough distractions...where are we going?"
                              
"No need to ask," Stephen halted, "We're here."
                              
The two stood in front of a shop, it wasn't brand new or anything fancy. It had clearly been there for years, maybe even decades. Its outside paint was peeling with age and its sign was losing more than a few letters.
                              
It was an old fashioned dressmakers store.
                              
"A friend offered to help me," Stephen explained, "I explained I knew someone special who needed a suit and she told me she knew someone who owned a tailor shop."