:::For some time now Chad had been aware of these strange growing powers inside of him.  In fact he had moved to New Orleans primarily to try to get some manner of control over them.  Yet here he was six months after the big move doing the exact same thing he'd been doing for the last six years.  Tending bar night after night surrounded by supernaturals of every kind and still no closer to finding out what was going on with him.:::

:::Had you asked him a month ago what he thought of personal ads he would probably have laughed in your face.  Then again a time or two while living in New York he'd thought of using one to locate Bonnie but had never gone through with it.  Now though it seemed like it might be the perfect way to start finding what he had come here to find.  Mustering his courage he logged into the Times-Picaune online site and typed in a message for their Classified Section.::::

"Wanted: Living Impaired person for meaningful conversations.  Please respond through the online server provided."

::: He hoped that simple message didn't sound anything like "looking for a dead person to suck off in a back alleyway" because that definitely wasn't the type of responce he was hoping to get.  Still, it was at least a first tentative step towards trying to find someone who could possibly answer some of his questions.::::