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"We should rest and process this, at least you, Elenore," I said, sinking into my chair in my office.

"I waited four hours, John. I listened to your illusion, and I think I've processed enough. You know this is not normal, and I can't take it anymore. We need to find something," she replied, her voice filled with urgency.

"Elenore, it was only two hours, and I'm looking," I said, trying to reassure her.

"What are you looking for?" she asked, her brow furrowing.

"Alexander Johnathan Madden," I said, hoping to find a lead.

"Madden? Are you sure you heard it right?" she questioned, skepticism creeping into her tone.

"Yes, I'm pretty sure," I replied, trying to sound confident.

"So?" she pressed.

"No, there is only Johnathan Gabriel Madden," I clarified.

"I didn't even know Gabriel's second name was Johnathan," she said, surprise evident in her eyes.

"Me neither," I admitted.