Marie was dreaming; she knew she was dreaming. But, it was so entirely odd that she could behold nothing. It was as black as when one closed their eyes to sleep, but she could hear - sense. A voice - a man's voice. It took her many moments to decipher who just exactly it was. Then, as Marie desperately searched her memory journals - it broke upon her: her Father.

"Da," she cried out, helplessly, "Da!"

He was speaking in Gaelic at first, and she could not make out the words. Marie slapped herself to get her mind to focus on the actual syllables. Now, her Da had reverted back to English.

"Da, I canna' understand ye - speak clearly, damn ye!"

Silence - abrupt silenced that smothered her soul. Marie was, blatantly, frightened. She reached for anything - anyone who could aide her. It was of no use though, there was nothing there but the dark, the dark, and the silence. So, she waited. Marie waited for her Da to start speaking again. And, as soon as she let patience become her - it came . . .

"If one harms another today, then ye shall harm him five full on the 'morrow, and if a wrong is committed, it is their God-give right to execute judgment. The three shall spread their blackened wings, and be the vengeful striking hammer of God . . . "

With the last wisdom-filled words echoing in her mind, she awoke with a jump. Marie felt as if she had been falling. Within moments she realized that she had found Connor and Murphy, and they were awake, as well. She could not remember the last time she had slept so heavy, but then, she could neither recall having such a dream.

Circumspectly, Marie crawled onto the floor, swiftly turning to stare at the brothers. Their expressions were almost mirror images with one another. She had her left eyebrow raised in contemplation. As surely as the there is no reason why the eye of the heavens rises each morne, she could not reason why they had dreamt the same exact thing.