The Universe's Mixer

It was three am.

With no crimes to solve, Liv hadn't illegally opened a human corpse since the Cat Lady. She was down to two cats now. There was little desire to keep them anymore. She didn't want to be responsible. Without the motivation of murder victim brains, Liv had settled back into listlessness. All she had to comfort her was the Ghost Pepper jelly, which she currently ate on toast watching late night infomercials.

Bruce Banner was living in the same building. So was Matt. It was like The City had offered her it's own version of Major and Ravi for her company. It made Liv wonder what mattered to her, really. The relationships were important, but she felt most alive solving crimes. She needed Detective Babinaux.

But in a City where there were other people with powers, did anyone have use for a mere psychic?

It was just one of the questions that kept her up at night.