Things aren't always what they seem...
Susan's day had started well enough. After spending the morning in the library, she returned to her small apartment.
The whole time Susan had felt...something...at the back of her mind. Like a mental itch that disappeared as soon as she started to try to scratch. There was a feeling of foreboding, like something was going to happen. Whether the event would be good or bad was yet to be seen.
Along with the feeling of foreboding were the visions. For Susan, these were normal enough when she was back home. But since coming to Aliunde she hadn't had a single one so their sudden onset was disconcerting.
In the relative safety of her apartment, Susan sipped at her afternoon tea. The communicator sat on the table before her. She was listening for something - what, she didn't know. She would know when she heard it.
The whole time Susan had felt...something...at the back of her mind. Like a mental itch that disappeared as soon as she started to try to scratch. There was a feeling of foreboding, like something was going to happen. Whether the event would be good or bad was yet to be seen.
Along with the feeling of foreboding were the visions. For Susan, these were normal enough when she was back home. But since coming to Aliunde she hadn't had a single one so their sudden onset was disconcerting.
In the relative safety of her apartment, Susan sipped at her afternoon tea. The communicator sat on the table before her. She was listening for something - what, she didn't know. She would know when she heard it.