Humming as she's strolling down the sidewalk, a young woman with long wavy raven hair tied back loose with a red bow and silver-blue eyes glistening in the overcast light above as it's reflected off her round glasses, walked with purpose as she tugged on her messenger bag strap.
It's a quiet day, nothing particular going on, the perfect time for her to make her way to meet with a friend of hers at the cafe.
Her long plaid skirt barely moved as she strolled while a breeze went passed her, her long white wool socks kept the breeze from nipping her legs.
"Dear Farnsworth needs help with homework…" the woman went over the day's plan while she walked.
Once she reaches the cafe, greets Roslyn Farnsworth, then proceed helping her with her maths homework.
Advanced maths, of course, since Roslyn had hopes and dreams passing medical school and becoming a radiologist like her grandmother.
Nothing too out of place for the woman, but that comes with being an interesting sort.
Continuing to hum, the woman stopped when she began having the sense of being watched, something unusual, and her mother and father taught her never to take the sense for granted.
Even if it could easily be a false alarm, it's better she trusts her sense, than not.
Her silver-blue eyes moving around, the woman stopped towards the four-way stop, hardly any traffic on the roads, nobody walking about except her, but that sense she's being watched wouldn't go away.
Going over what her mother taught her, Christine calmly continued her walking, didn't give an indication that she caught on to being watched.
She kept her eyes straight to sell the illusion while glancing quickly to the storefront windows, hoping to catch a glimpse of whomever was watching her.
No one wearing a funny trench coat, bowler hat, and a fake mustache trying to pretend they're reading the newspaper scrounged from the nearby rubbish can, there wasn't anyone.
Exhaling sharply, Christine chided herself, "No more horror movies before bed!"
Roslyn always chided her for the habit, but how can Christine decline the opportunity of watching never-before-seen horror movies thought lost to the ages of time?
None of them were particularly scary on their own, but the history behind the makings on some of these movies, what with the precarious ways they done their stunts and how lax they were protecting their actors added to the atmosphere.
"Help Farnsworth with her homework, get some food…" Christine muttered the itinerary for the day, trying to keep her mind from fretting too much.
If it frets too much, it'll overlook the dangers.
Humming to herself, Christine opted to take a shortcut through one of the smaller parks, the only residents enjoying the time in the park were a flock of ducks floating in a pond.
Something caused Christine to stop, when she noticed…
An angel statue?
In a park?
Recalling the name of the park she's taking a shortcut through, Christine remembered they were doing an art installation within it sometime this week, but the schedule wasn't set in stone, the timing and everything held it up.
Seeing the angel statue where the art installation was supposed to be, Christine assumed that it was the art installation, and it'd make sense for them to do it now, rather than later.
Big game coming up later this week, nobody wanted to miss a moment, and the excitement's enough to delay the art installation.
With no one around, the workers easily got the statue set and situated without any problems, Christine's thinking went.
Though, depending how the game goes, that statue either remained pristine or a pile of stone.
Oh well, Christine ought to take a picture of the statue for posterity, before it crumbles or graffitied.
Reaching into her leather messenger bag, Christine dug out her mobile, with it in her hand, she gone over to the statue installed near the trees, its hands covering its face as it's turned away from spectators.
An elegant stone statue, whoever the artist is, they done a great job, the statue's able to support itself without needing a base.
To scale, too, like she's standing in front of one of those entertainers that stand on corners of the streets, or, facing away from them, Christine ought to say.
"One picture for the road!" Christine smiled brightly as she readied to take a picture of the new art installation, though there seemed to be a problem with her mobile, the camera app crashing the moment it tried focusing on the statue.
Baffled, Christine looked at her mobile as she tried trouble shooting why the camera app wouldn't work, it shouldn't be this way, as she took a picture of herself with her mates the other day, just fine and dandy.
No reason why it wouldn't work, now.
"Come on, you stupid bloody thing!" Christine struggled getting her mobile to take a picture of the angel statue, but it wouldn't work, no matter how many times she restarted her mobile, close and opened the app.
Oh well, whatever, she can just get the picture another day, it's taking too much of her time as it is, and she promised Roslyn to be at the cafe by a certain time to help with her homework.
Fruitless, Christine pushed onwards, continuing her stroll through the park to the opposite side, where she continued walking in the direction of the cafe.
Resuming her humming, Christine briskly walked, her leather plain janes softly thudding against the cold sidewalk.
Something happened to catch her eye, causing her to stop in her track.
"Huh?" Christine blinks as she sees something ahead of her, at the entrance to an alleyway.
Cautiously, she walked forward and found…
Another angel statue?
Why on earth is that here?
Stepping closer, it looked just like the one from the park, same position.
Makes no sense having an art installation in an alleyway entrance, more of a hazard than art.
Didn't make any sense for Christine, but she had to hurry on, she's running late, now, and she did.
Her pace sped up; Christine rushed to make it to the cafe when…
"What?" Christine couldn't believe her silver-blue eyes.
It's another one of those angel statues.
This one's towards the path Christine normally takes getting to the cafe.
"Okay, one's a coincidence, two's pushing it, three…" Christine muttered to herself as she sees a pattern and does not like it, one bit.
Her brisk walk to meet a mate turned into a perturbed curiosity and further into something almost uncomfortable.
Scratch that.
Totally uncomfortable.
Shaking her head, her wavy raven hair fluttering in the breeze, Christine needed to get to the cafe, now.
So, she did, by going another direction towards another path.
It's a few minutes longer, but once Christine tells Roslyn what weird things happened, she'll understand.
Okay, maybe not.
Full-on running, Christine flees, and she felt a strong urge to turn her head and look back.
After spending time with Auntie Lila watching those horror movies, Christine knew better.
Had to keep running!
She forced herself to continue running until she nearly ran out into traffic, only then did she stop, and when she finally braved a peek over her shoulders, nothing's there.
Exhaling sharply, Christine blinked several times, before she calmed herself down, and reached the cafe, where an impatient Roslyn waited for her.
She inquired why Christine was late and there, Christine had no other choice but lie. Not something she wanted to do but telling someone that she saw three angel statues in a row won't inspire a good reaction.
With that, Christine helps Roslyn with her homework over some lunch, which Christine needed considering the whole ordeal worked up an appetite.
Though, Christine's day just begun, as she noticed quickly.
Helping Roslyn with her homework, Christine kept catching sights in the corner of her silver-blue eyes, something there, but wasn't when she turned her head slightly.
Almost writing it off as merely her nerves, Christine swore seeing an angel statue on the rooftop of a building adjacent to the cafe.
"Earth to CJ," she heard Roslyn calling for her attention.
Shaking her head, Christine apologises for being distracted.
"You seem awfully jumpy," Roslyn pointed out as Christine kept focused on the task.
Putting on a smile, Christine assures Roslyn that she just had one of those mornings.
Though, it's passed that, but Christine couldn't say this to her.
Plates came and went, drinks refilled, Roslyn got her homework checked and reworked with Christine's help, now it's time for them to go their separate ways, as Roslyn needed to pick her brother up from the bus stop.
"You sure you're, okay?" Roslyn asked one more time.
Smiling as her, Christine waved the concerns away, assuring Roslyn that she's fine, and she better get going if she wants to meet her brother in time.
Watching her leave, Christine's met with different choices on how she planned returning home.
She could take a cab, but with traffic and the costs, she won't have much money for the rest of the week.
Same goes for calling for a pickup from her parents and she didn't want to have to explain to them what sort of weird things been going on.
Well, there's the other thing she could do…
"Eh?" Christine's thoughts become interrupted when she sees that there's an angel statue on the rooftop of the building in front of her.
This time, it's looking down on her, not covering its eyes.
And that's when Christine fled for her dear life.