Excerpt: Mysterious Feelings

"Okay, so you know about my childhood, you know about Gypsy; how do you know about who I am?" (i)Or [what] I am,(/i) I thought.
"That's were things got a little more difficult. As I said before, we've tried every means available to us to crack this case. When we came upon the extremely rare class of 'Feelers' we immediately dismissed the notion. Psychics are one thing, but Feelers; now, that's a whole 'nother ball game."
I felt offended by this. I didn't know why, I just did. "What are you saying, Paul, that I'm some sort of ultra freak instead of just a 'regular joe' kind of freak now?"
"No, not at all. It's just that psychics have become so unbelievable now with all the palm readings, fortune tellings, horoscopes and all. That's bad enough to consider asking one of them for their help. But when it comes to Feelers, they're the supermen of psychics. I know it's different, but it's all the same to us. It's all so new to us as well. The concept of Feelers had never even been thought of until around the same time you met Gypsy."
"How do you think I felt? When she told me I was one of the few rare cases I nearly wet myself. I had nightmares for days after that. Dreams of me seeing inside people's souls things I didn't want to see. All the hate and malice. I even had one dream that I could see inside myself. Talk about creepy."
"I can only imagine. But that's all in the past. What we need to discuss is the here and now. If we're going to make any headway in this, you'll have to reserve your questions for a later time. This is still an interview, however bogus it may be."
"Okay. One more question though. What exactly (i)have(/i) you tried; besides all of your technology, that is?"
"Like I said earlier, we've tried everything. Bounty Hunters, FBI, S.W.A.T., U.S. Marshalls;(?) you name it, we've tried it."
"Psychics?"
"Yes," He said exasperated and ashamed at the confession. "We've tried psychics, palm readers, tarot card readers; we've tried everything but consult a magic 8-ball.(TM?)"
"Everything, but a Feeler, that is."
"We haven't been able to locate one up until now. And you're the only one we've found anywhere remotely near here. There are others. We know there are, but they've either gone into hiding, haven't come forth, or just don't know who they really are. Besides that, it took us just over three months(T) to track you down. We just don't have that kind of time to waste on finding anybody else. It's too risky, and too many boys and girls have disappeared."
I thought about this; really thought about it and said, "So what you're telling me ... is that I'm your only hope?"
"That's exactly what I'm telling you, Will. You're it. If you don't help us, more children will disappear, perhaps even turn up dead. None have yet, but that doesn't mean it couldn't happen. You've sworn an oath already. You agreed to help when you did. That was a given. But I'm asking you as a person who cares about this city and it's fine people; will you help us? Will you help (i)them?(/i)
All the money I had thought about making; all the dreams of living it up, had just seeped out of me, along with my appetite for them. Who were these people I wondered? What kind of sick, twisted, perverted person--no, animal--would do this, (i)could(/i) do this to an innocent child? And not just one innocent child; how many did he say, at least ten ... that they (i)know(/i) of? How many more lives had been taken? Whether living or dead, it didn't matter; their lives and their way of life had been stolen. All in the name of what? So many questions. But only one answer I could think of.
"I'll do it. I'll help you," I said.