Missouri Mosely hadn't always been a psychic. The abilities had just appeared one day. It had been as if her eyes had been closed all of her life, and suddenly they had opened. She could see things others couldn't, could read thoughts and feel energies that completely passed normal people by.
She had never known exactly where her powers came from, but some nights, she dreamed of an underage wild child who had snuck into a bar where a handsome man had bought her a drink in 1972, and sometimes, when she looked up at the man, she could swear that his eyes flashed yellow for the barest instant.