Emma & Jefferson~
No amount of pondering could have prepared Jefferson for whatever it was they were going to find. He probably should have been concerned as to why his body was at the Police Station. Emma had said what stole it was a nasty thing, so that's what he tried to work himself up to.
There were more than enough encounters with 'nasty' and difficult individuals in his past. His type of work just presented those obstacles here and there. Sometimes Jefferson could talk his way out of things, other times, he had to be cunning and lie, and then there were times he just ran.
Usually when met with the face to face problem the best he had was his wit and ability to think on his feet. That would have to do for now.
"Alright?" His brows furrowed, not sure if he wanted to try and put together her warning as they came upon his body. That familiar feeling of nausea came again. Seeing himself was surreal, then again, he'd also seen his own decapitated body. So a full body that was only a little scuffed up was even better, right?
"Well look whose still alive!" That voice didn't sound familiar, but the dark, looming figure in the corner? It was the same as Jefferson had seen in his dreams. "I've got to say Jefferson. I would have thought that you'd gone and given up by now, though by the looks of you, there's not much time left, hm?"
The figure moved from the corner, inching closer to the body it was more than ready to fight to keep. He looked similar to them, a soul of a man, average height and build, but his face was twisted, his aura was blacker than the iris in his eyes. "And your girlfriend found you too, just like she said she would...that's just, so sweet. It's nice to see you again, Emma."