A muffled cry then a crash brought him back to reality. "Elizabeth?" Rising quickly, he headed towards the bathroom. "Elizabeth?" he called again. Throwing out a feeler, he detected only her in the bathroom. But she still wasn't answering.
With a roar he kicked in his own bathroom door. "If I just busted my bathroom door for nothing… what the fuck!"
Elizabeth was standing at the sink, staring at the mirror. What was left of it. Hundreds of shards twinkled on the floor, floated in the water of the sink. She was shaking hard. John rushed over to her, physically and mentally checking her over. There was nothing, no cuts or wounds.
"What happened Elizabeth?" he cupped her face in his hands making her look at him. Her eyes were as wild as when she'd first come to his apartment.
"… Zoroaster." she managed to say. Constantine frowned and thought hard. She'd
had a premonition, obviously. But what did she mean by Zoroaster?
"What did you see?" he looked into her eyes, knew she wasn't really seeing him but still seeing whatever she'd mentally scene.
"Virgin birth… the universe united and made whole once more… united for God… under a son…"
"Yes, I know plenty about Jesus Christ… but Zoroaster? That was a prediction, more a mythological…unless you mean…" Something clicked and a light went on in John's head. "Oh Christ, you mean…" He snagged a towel from the rack, wrapped it around her. "We need to go downstairs, hold on." Slinging her in his arms he carried her over the mirror shards and all the way down into Beeman's apartment.
