The girl ran, whimpering, terrified. Her white blouse had been torn open, and she pulled it shut over her breasts. The rain was as unrelenting as her pursuer, a man bent on her murder. Cora could feel her fear as if it was her own.
Try as she might, she could not pull away from the vision. This tragedy had only 1 ending. A silvery knife plunged into the girl’s chest and her inevidible death; a chilling thing for certain! Only this time, something was different.
She saw his face; the same face she’d seen in her other visions. Black curls, green bright eyes. He stood in the distance, like her, the voyeur – observing as the murderous event took place.
Her mouth formed a name in silence: Jake.
As if hearing her thoughts, Jake looked up – and his eyes were wide in horror: RUN !
Her eyes shot open. A hulk of a man looked down at her as she stood in the terminal at SEA -TAC, still in her attendant’s uniform.
“Can I offer you a ride home, Cora,”
“Who are you?” she asked.
“The one who loves you,”
It was 12:04pm.