Luke shuffles about the bedroom, looking over each of the drawings once again before grunting and sitting at one corner of the bed."Are you sure she hasn't come up with anything else?" He asks, directing his question at Trevor."Nothing in a few days now. I'm beginning to think this is all there is to it.""But it lacks any conclusion. How could this be all there is?"Trevor shrugs, pressing his lips to one side of his face as he does so."Maybe, it doesn't have one because she doesn't know herself?" Both of the men turn to face the bedroom door, where they spot Kylee leaning against the frame with her arms folded over one another. "We've already established that she doesn't remember much, and if that's the case, how do we know if she was in on this at all?""You think she would have been sent here with nothing to guide her?" Luke closes his notebook and tosses the pen onto the nearby bedstand. "Seems kind of... careless. Don't you think?""It could be, but what do we know? It's not
A knock at the door catches the attention of Mrs. Barker, who swiftly dries her hands with a towel and requests that whoever is on the other side wait for her to answer. Tossing the towel down across the back of a chair as she walks towards the door, she thinks about who could be visiting her at this time in the afternoon, but knows who it must be. With the door unlocked, she pulls it open to reveal Trevor and Odelia on the other side."Oh, Trevor, my boy! How great to see you!" Pulling him into a rather harsh hug, she looks passed him at Odelia and allows her smile to turn into a face of disappointment. "And... oh... I'm sorry dear. My memory doesn't serve me well these days." With this, Odelia puts out her hand."Odelia.""Of course, of course!" Ignoring Odelia's hand, Mrs. Barker pulls the young woman into her arms and squeezes her just as she did with Trevor. Odelia winces at this, as the tight grip pins her wings to her body. "Please, come in! Don't forget to take off your... sho
As Trevor pushes the apartment door open, a strange sound catches his attention. Realizing what it is, he rushes over to the bedroom door and forces it open. Looking towards the edge of the bed, he spots Odelia, who is once again getting sick. Walking nearer, he pulls her hair back and takes a seat alongside her, where he begins to think on reasons for this once more. Yet, there is only one conclusion that comes to mind."It can't be possible, can it?"***Odelia looks on in horror over various products, each of which seems to make her mind rush with possibilities. Taking one of the plastic containers in hand, she turns it about and squeezes the contents, finding them to be relatively soft. Still, this does not please her."There you are." Trevor says, rounding a corner and spotting her. "What are you... oh." Examining the shelves himself, he realizes what it is that has caught her attention."What are these?"Trevor bites at his bottom lip as he reads the package she is holding, catc
Trevor awakens to the sound of his phone vibrating across the bedside stand. As he groggily wipes at his eyes and pulls himself to the edge of the bed, he attempts to read the blurry number on display. Failing to recognize it, he picks up the phone and taps the green circle before raising it to his ear."Hello? Trevor Barker speaking.""Trevor," begins the somewhat familiar voice, "I need you to do something for me."Trevor pulls the phone away from his ear for a moment and checks the time in the top right corner. Reading it to be 4am, he grunts and presses the device against himself once more."Who is this? What could you need at this hour?""I need you to keep quiet about it, firstly. Secondly, I need you to meet me on the roof. There are some things we need to discuss in private. Don't let Odelia know what's going on."Trevor looks towards the sleeping beauty next to him, then pulls himself up into a sitting position."Is this-""Don't say my name. Just meet with me." *Click*.Trev
Fingers strum against the right corner of the couch as impatient eyes flick between the black, reflective screen of a nearby cell phone and the colorful television across the living room. As they do this, Trevor sighs heavily before pressing a button along the side of the phone and checking its notifications. When he finds nothing of interest, he turns the screen off once more and returns to the much larger one ahead of him."Still no callbacks, hm?" Odelia asks, sitting opposite of Trevor with a notebook and pencil in hand."Nothing yet.""They'll call, I'm sure of it." She says, offering a smile as she does so. Once Trevor smiles back, she looks down at the blank sheet of paper she had turned to and taps it several times with the pencil eraser. Realizing that her mind is as empty as the sheet, a new idea comes to mind. Trevor looks back to her as he feels the notebook slap against his knee."What's this?" He wonders, looking towards the notebook, then back up at her."It's nothing,
"So," begins Luke, "a prophecy?""That's what we were told." Replies Trevor, lamely as he takes a sip of orange juice from a clear glass. "He didn't make it clear if that's really what he meant, but that's what I took from it.""Well, if it is a prophecy, then the answers have to be here somewhere." Luke fumbles through the notebook in hand, as if searching for something, but quickly sighs and shuts it once more. "Did he say anything else? Anything that might give us some direction?""He said we were destined to meet." Odelia pulls her toes beneath her wings as the air unit blows towards her, attempting to keep them warm where she sits on the floor.Luke in turn furrows his brow, then looks back at the notebook. A brief expression of clarity crosses his eyes as he pulls himself up and heads toward the bedroom. Trevor and Odelia look to one another, then stand and join him."Did you think of something?""Not yet, but if what Martin Star says is true, then all the pieces should be here.
Getting to his feet, Martin fans his black suit jacket and removes a mask from the pocket. He twirls it with a finger using one of the cutouts made for the wearer's eyes before fitting it to his face. He then raises a sharp brow, and approvingly scans over the partying clubbers with a crooked, yet pleased grin, before turning to his right and stiffly walking down the platform stairs.Odelia watches him as he rounds a hidden corner tucked between two pitch-black, felted walls. She holds herself in place for as long as she can, fighting her eagerness to follow, and the draw he seems to have on her. The rest of the evening has become meaningless, and she nearly forgets that Trevor is with her. Until he waves a hand in front of her and his voice comes through."Hey, you alright? What's going on?""I... know him."Trevor looks to where the man vanished, then back at Odelia. He does this a couple of times, noting how fixated she is on something that can't even be seen."Well, yeah. He's bee
City lights float passed Odelia, as she looks out the open, backseat window of a cab. Trevor's hand rests on her thigh, with only the fabrics of a black dress separating the two. As the cab stops and goes again with the changing of a light, her curly locks blow around in the breeze. She pulls her head away and faces Trevor as the cool night air makes her shiver, pressing herself against him for warmth. "Man, this is just like old times! I'n'it?" Odelia looks passed Trevor, acknowledging Luke for the first time since the three of them met up at the apartment, before heading out. As she does so, Luke does the same with her. "Well, sort of. Used to just be me and you, Trev!" Luke jabs Trevor with his elbow, excitedly, then turns to look out his own window. "It's a little like old times. But, remember, this is for Odelia, not for us." "Right, yeah! Of course!" Luke gives a toothy grin and a swift glance in their direction before looking back at the fluorescent billboards and shop si