San Francisco: State Court

“We find the defendant, Adam King, guilty of aggravated assault to Iris Torres.” The juror sat back down.

“The court thanks you for your time,” the judge said to the jury. “Sentencing will be announced this week. Bring Mr. King to the back.”

Adam was instantly grabbed by officers and carried out of the courtroom. It had all gone by so fast he didn’t know what was happening.

“I will be in touch,” Tomas called out, picking up his briefcase.

In the seats, Julian and Constance King sat quietly.

“Adam has done this family a great disservice,” Julian growled. “And he will pay for it. No one ruins the King family name. No one.”

Iris Torres looked out on the scene. It was a blur.

“It’s over,” Vivian Torres cooed in her ear. “Honey, it’s time to go home. I’ll tell your father and brother the good news at the inn.”

Adam turned to look at Iris. He jotted a cold look to Vivian, and then was dragged away.

Iris was frozen. Something didn’t feel right to her. The room didn’t feel any lighter. She had the same feel in her that she always had. Was it over?

Consuelos Residence

“Jesus Christ!” Dean Consuelos screamed as Skye Lore lunged at him with a frying pan. The pan came down towards his head. Dean quickly ducked out of the way.

Skye had a deep, fiery look in her eyes. Like it was fire was controlling her.

Mateo Consuelos tried to grab Skye, but she was much too strong. She twirled around, and Mateo was caught between the fridge and Skye.

“What are you doing?” Mateo demanded.

No answer. Skye came closer to Mateo, and the pan came down. Mateo drove to the side, causing fridge magnets to collide on the floor. The pan dropped from Skye’s hands.

“I –” Mateo was caught short when he tried to get up, but slipped on a magnet. He fell to the floor, and smacked his head on the tiled surface.

Out cold.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Dean cried out, running to his brother.

Skye immediately blinked twice, and fell back. “I… what happened?”

Dean looked up in amazement. “What happened? You almost killed me. And to knocked Mateo out cold.”

Skye nodded, and then he composure changed. “Good. Now I can tell you what I have been wanting to say for a while now.”

“Good?” Dean wheezed. “What to do mean, ‘Good’?”

“I mean that now I can tell you about what you have done to me, and what will happen.” Skye pulled Dean away from Mateo unmoving body and dragged him into the living room. “I know you drugged me. I also know many things.”

“They are crazy…”

“No, they are not.” Skye pulled Dean close. “You killed a man. You shot him over drug money. You evaded the police. You came here. You lied. You drugged me. That is the truth. And unless you want everyone and their mother to know, you will do as I say.”

Dean remained silent. “Go on,” he finally uttered.

“I have had vivid visions. They are all true, or do I need to tell you more about what you have done to get you to believe me?”

“Go on,” Dean repeated.

Skye’s eyes immediately darkened, and small spots of red were visible. She uttered her visions in a raspy, gruff voice.

“First, beware Mateo. He will work against you for the police to find you. No police man will ever catch you. Lastly, you shall never be vanquished till all of San Francisco city comes to Presence.”

Skye “snapped out of it” and smiled. “It is that easy to do.”

Dean was nervous. “How is it possible, that all of San Francisco can come to Presence? The buildings, too?”

Skye shrugged. “Pay close attention to those premonitions. They should each be followed carefully.

Dean looked at Skye, and then turned back down the hall. He glanced to the kitchen, and back to Skye.

“He will be fine,” she assured him, and he went to bed.

Skye was left alone in the room. “Poor Dean,” she sighed. “You are going to jail. The premonitions will come true. They will…”

Swiss Flights: To San Francisco

“We are looking for Drew Tom!” The hijackers, currently nicknamed as Black and White, were calling out to all the passengers. Many were screaming, and others were just in shock.

Drew Tom? That is my father! Kassie Tom screamed in her head. What could he have to do with these people?

“The man we are looking for died in a plane crash this week, so we are currently looking for anyone who knows him. A specific person.” White nudged Black to his ringing cell phone.

Quietly, “Hi?”

“The woman you seek is on that flight. She has long, blonde hair. We met her briefly before and after we finished Mr. Swenson off. She is persistent.”

“Her name?” Black demanded.

“Kassie. His daughter…”

Darla’s Home

“Robert, I’m worried about Kassie. She hasn’t called yet.” Darla Tom was pacing back and forth in her elegantly designed living room.

Robert Carlyle was busy making supper in the kitchen. “I’m sure she’s fine.”

Darla wasn’t so sure. “She always calls… It is strange she hasn’t…”

The phone rang.

“…called?” Robert finished, walking out of the kitchen. “That could be her.”

Darla rushed to the phone and picked it up quickly. “Hello?”

“Mrs. Tom?” came a voice.

“Yes.”

“We are notifying you that there is a situation involving your daughter’s plane which may delay the flight. Trust that the members of Swiss Flights and local law enforcement are correcting the situation.”

Darla froze. “Police? Delay? What is wrong?”

A pause. “It’s a possible hijack.”

Swiss Flights: To San Francisco

“Speak up, Kassie!” came a voice.

“Shit!” Kassie muttered very quietly, and only Greg could hear her.

“Why do they need you?” Greg whispered.

Kassie shook her head, and listened to the hijackers.

“Listen up. We know a Kassie Tom is on this plane, and we are going to kill a passenger every minute till she reveals herself!”

Kassie closed her eyes. Oh, God. What are they going to do to me? What did my father do?

Black walked down her isle, carrying a gun. He pointed it at almost every one of the quivering passengers. He was teasing them, making everyone terrified.

Black stopped at her row. He eyed each of them suspiciously. He then pointed the gun at Greg’s head. He turned to Kassie and smiled at her. “You have nice, blonde hair.” He kept the gun pointed at Greg.

Should I?

“Five!” the man counted down, pointing the gun at Greg head.

Kassie closed her eyes. She needed to do it.

“Four…”

Now… no! She paused. She didn’t want him to die!

“Three…”

Now! She needed to do it…

“Two…”

“It’s me!” Kassie cried out.

“One!”