THIS STORY IS MARY SUE!!!!!

Disclaimer: "Early Edition" and its characters/etc. aren't mine. The character of Lisa is, however.

Chapter Two: Ever Get the Feeling You're Being Watched?

Her name is Lisa, and, by all accounts, she is an alien. What else could you call someone who wasn't born on Earth? She is from a planet called Alnilam, which orbits the star of the same name. It's very easy to locate: just look into the sky and find the constellation Orion. It's the middle star in the belt.

Anyone who saw her walking on the street would think she was a perfectly ordinary human woman. She looked to be in her early twenties with waist-length brown hair, brown eyes behind thin, gold oval-framed glasses, and a silver charm – an ankh, the Egyptian symbol for eternal life – dangling on a chain around her neck. She was an average height of five-foot-three and of average build. One wouldn't call her beautiful, but she wasn't unattractive, either.

Once you got to know her, and if she trusted you, she'd let you see her wings and tell you about her powers.

It was a mild summer evening in June and Lisa was in Chicago walking along West Illinois Street. Her wings were partially invisible, which meant that only a select few – currently, only animals, for they are pure of heart and see only the truth – could actually see them.

Lisa was vaguely uneasy, as she had the oddest feeling as if she were being watched. As she passed McGinty's Bar and the smell of food wafted to her nostrils, she shook it off as her stomach growled and she decided that, maybe, dinner was a good thing. She went inside and sat down. She did not notice the man enter behind her.

"Welcome to McGinty's," a pretty young waitress said, handing Lisa a menu. "Can I get you a drink?"

"Just a coke, please."

"All right," said the waitress, jotting it down on her pad. "I'll be back in a sec. to take your order."

Lisa nodded and smiled, then returned to the menu. While she was deciding on what to get, she heard a faint, whispered conversation coming from the bar office. Unsure why her enhanced hearing was focusing on it, yet unable to just ignore it, she listened in.

"This wasn't here before," said a voice sounding like it belonged to a young man.

"What is it, Gary?" This voice belonged to a woman.

"At the Sears Tower, Marissa…a g – "

"EXCUSE ME?!"

Wincing, Lisa looked up to find her waitress standing beside her, pen poised over the pad, ready to write. She hadn't shouted; it had just seemed that way because Lisa had been focused on the voices.

"You ready to order?"

Nodding, Lisa placed her order, then handed the menu back to the waitress and waited for her food. Her eyes trained on a door by the bar and watched as an attractive young man walked out, a newspaper in his hand. Behind him followed a pretty African American woman, tapping a cane. She was obviously blind.

Lisa's mind put together the voices with the faces: the man was Gary and the woman was Marissa. She probably could have exerted the mental effort to probe their minds to find out more – such as last names – but she always felt it rude to do so without permission, no matter how curious she may be, plus it took more concentration than it was worth.

Sears Tower…Sears Tower…Sears Tower…

Of course, she had no control over what was automatically projected into her mind. Humans tended to think very loudly.

This paper's gonna kill me someday…

Paper? Lisa thought.

Her food arrived and her mind flooded with surface thoughts from the other diners, drowning out Gary's. She couldn't single any out from the din.

Disappointed and still curious, Lisa ate her food and paid the bill. On her way out, she rammed into someone leaving at the same time, someone with his nose stuck in a newspaper, which fell from its owner's hand upon impact. She bent to pick it up, only to bump heads with him doing the same.

"Ow…I'm sorry," said a voice – a familiar voice.

Lisa looked up and found herself staring into the mud-puddle green eyes of Gary, who had one hand to his head. She cleared her throat and rubbed her own abused skull, handing him the paper with her other hand.

"No," she said, smiling despite the dull ache in her head. "It's okay. Here's your paper."

"Thanks," he said, blinking a bit. Wow…those eyes…

Are my most distinguishing feature, some say, if you don't count the wings, she thought, but he didn't hear it, of course. Even though telepathy was one of her powers, she wasn't foolish enough to use it and make him aware that she wasn't quite human.

Gary took the paper from her and seemed to come out of his daze. He hid it quickly, but not before the words "Sears Tower" caught her eye. "Thanks again," he said. "See you 'round…" He hurried out the door, brushing past her.

Lisa watched him go and his earlier thoughts rang in her mind. "Sears Tower, eh?" she said to no one, not noticing the man hanging on her every word. "Well, why not?"

End chapter two.