(ooc:
It all started when my uncle began calling me Mr. Bigglesworth...)
~The flashes subside. Three familiar shadows cast themselves before her. She looked confused at each.~ "Who?"
~The shadows stood un-moving before her. A voice filled her head.~ "The choice is yours. Follow your gut, leave it to chance, or find some off-wall reason to it all. There will be no bend in fate." ~She looks to the sky for the source of the voice. She then looked on at the three shillouettes.~"I know you all... But from where?"
~The shadows begin to walk down their seperate paths and suddenly, falling.~
~She jolts awake, looking around the room startled. She held her hend to her heart until it steadied. She exhaled.~ "Interesting dream... Perhaps a prophecy of choices to come?"
~She put her feet to the wooden floor, stepping out of bed.~ "Hmmm... Ah well. I suppose I should get to work."
~She started down the stairs, calling out.~ "Anybody up?"