Prolouge
I woke up in the middle of the night, my hands in a cold sweat. Something told me to go get paper and as pen. My my head overruled my gut and I went into my bathroom to find the advil first. My head still throbbing, even with the Advil in me,I went looking for a blank sheet of paper and a pen. I found them, and sat back down on my bed. I just started writing, not knowing what I was writing about. I knew it vaugely as remote viewing but I myself had never done it. It was weird for me to be able to do it now. But nothing in my life had ever been normal.
I was born due to mysterious circumstances, my mom wasn't supposed to be able to become pregnant. I wasn't her first child born like this though. There was also WIlliam and Emily neither of whom I had ever met. I was born while my parents were on the run form the government. Before they finally found a safe place to hide. My parents couldn't believe it. I wasn't supposed to be possible. Yet there I was, my newborn self screaming my head off in the hotel room. It was almost funny.
I was finally able to snap out of it and look at what I had written. My own views scared me. I fumbled through my purse, hanging on my bedpost, searching for my cell phone. I knew Mom was at the University gala, which if my new found clairvoyance was accurate, a damn deadly place for her to be.
"Mom, it's me...Mom are you there?"
"Oh my god...Fox! Fox are you okay?"
"Mom! Mom! What's happening? "
"Elizabeth! Grab whatever things you can possibly find that have our real identities and whatever else you think is important. Set the alarm. Don't let anyone in. "
"Fox! Oh my god..."
"Elizabeth honey, I've got to go..."
"Mom! Mom!"
It was useless. The line was dead. And my own handwritten prediction served like a script to this quickly unfolding drama.