That, he heard. She projected it, Whistler was sure.

"Yeah, about that." Seemed like a good place to insert another apology. "Since I touched down at McCarren, you were there. Poppin' up in mirrors. See, I get these..." the demon waved his hands in the air, an attempt to put a physical point to his description. "These visions. From my superiors. Not always, only when it's important."

Words weren't encapsulating what he'd been through. So Whistler decided to share. "Lemme show you what I mean."