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<blockquote data-quote="The Crimster" data-source="post: 210445" data-attributes="member: 2511">Julia nods at Ray with a grandmotherly smile.&nbsp; She gets up from the table and begins to brew some coffee.&nbsp; It is hard to believe that it is only just past 10pm.&nbsp; All of you are tired... so tired.Julia looks over at Randy.&nbsp; &quot;He dreamed a great many things, Randy.&nbsp; Very little of it was the stockmarket, actually.&nbsp; But he recorded the most important of his... prophecies... in his red journal.&nbsp; Countries who will go to war, presidents that will be assassinated, other tragedies.&quot;&nbsp; Julia slowly walks back to the table and sits down wearily.&quot;As far as Alex's art goes...&quot; Julia reaches forward and clasps Alex's hand.&nbsp; She looks at him intently for a moment, and then smiles.&nbsp; &quot;Alex, Alan always thought you were special.&nbsp; You should know that.&nbsp; He always saw in you something of himself, and his gift.&nbsp; He said that you... glowed.&nbsp; That you could see things just as well as he did, but you didn't know exactly how.&nbsp; But that you nonetheless could sometimes express it in your paintings.&nbsp; And don't worry, Alex.&nbsp; Your paintings don't have anything to do with this... mess.&quot;Julia stands and once more walks over to the still-brewing coffee machine, and begins to pour a cup for Ray.&nbsp; You hear her sigh, and then square her shoulders.&nbsp; As if she faces a monumental task, and sees but one solution.&quot;I have to ask all of you something.&quot;&nbsp; She is facing out through the kitchen window, but you can still see her face through the reflection.&nbsp; &quot;I have to ask you for a favor, and it hurts me so much to ask.&nbsp; Because of poor Sam.&nbsp; He died without really knowing any of the truths I've told you.&nbsp; I said I needed your help to organize Alan's office, but there's more.&quot;&nbsp; She pauses for a moment, as if gathering more courage.&nbsp; &quot;There is one prophecy that Alan told me of a long time ago.&nbsp; It was difficult for me to hear, and it took quite some time to come to grips with it.&nbsp; He said this, and I've never forgotten a word.&nbsp; He said, 'Julia, last night I had another dream.&nbsp; I saw my own death.'&quot;&nbsp; Julia's voice breaks a bit, but she continues with barely a pause.&nbsp; &quot;'I don't fear it now, but you should know something.&nbsp; When I die, it will not be as it looks.&nbsp; It will be from another's hand, another's will.&nbsp; The police will not find my killer, and he will never go to jail.'&quot;&nbsp; Julia turns and looks around the table, her eyes searching yours for your reactions.&nbsp; She continues.&nbsp; &quot;'But don't worry.&nbsp; When the time comes, you'll get help from our friends.&nbsp; They will do what needs to be done, though it will cost them.&nbsp; I cannot see more than that, but I know there is a great confluence of events that will transpire around my death - that could mean a greater tragedy than everything I have ever seen - unless they are there for you.&nbsp; This is the only dream I've ever had that seems unsure, and I think I know why.'&quot;Julia sits down and frowns.&nbsp; &quot;He never told me why.&nbsp; I have to admit, that at that point - when he told me all this - I began to fall apart.&nbsp; We never really talked about it again - it was sort of a forbidden subject.&nbsp; No one wants to hear that the one person they cherish in this world will be murdered.&quot;&nbsp; Julia looks around the table at all of you.&nbsp; Her eyes seems so sad.&nbsp; &quot;So here we are.&nbsp; In the middle of Alan's prophecy.&nbsp; And I'm asking all of you for help.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="The Crimster, post: 210445, member: 2511"] Julia nods at Ray with a grandmotherly smile. She gets up from the table and begins to brew some coffee. It is hard to believe that it is only just past 10pm. All of you are tired... so tired. Julia looks over at Randy. "He dreamed a great many things, Randy. Very little of it was the stockmarket, actually. But he recorded the most important of his... [i]prophecies[/i]... in his red journal. Countries who will go to war, presidents that will be assassinated, other tragedies." Julia slowly walks back to the table and sits down wearily. "As far as Alex's art goes..." Julia reaches forward and clasps Alex's hand. She looks at him intently for a moment, and then smiles. "Alex, Alan always thought you were special. You should know that. He always saw in you something of himself, and his gift. He said that you... [i]glowed[/i]. That you could see things just as well as he did, but you didn't know exactly how. But that you nonetheless could sometimes express it in your paintings. And don't worry, Alex. Your paintings don't have anything to do with this... mess." Julia stands and once more walks over to the still-brewing coffee machine, and begins to pour a cup for Ray. You hear her sigh, and then square her shoulders. As if she faces a monumental task, and sees but one solution. "I have to ask all of you something." She is facing out through the kitchen window, but you can still see her face through the reflection. "I have to ask you for a favor, and it hurts me so much to ask. Because of poor Sam. He died without really knowing any of the truths I've told you. I said I needed your help to organize Alan's office, but there's more." She pauses for a moment, as if gathering more courage. "There is one prophecy that Alan told me of a long time ago. It was difficult for me to hear, and it took quite some time to come to grips with it. He said this, and I've never forgotten a word. He said, 'Julia, last night I had another dream. I saw my own death.'" Julia's voice breaks a bit, but she continues with barely a pause. "'I don't fear it now, but you should know something. When I die, it will not be as it looks. It will be from another's hand, another's will. The police will not find my killer, and he will never go to jail.'" Julia turns and looks around the table, her eyes searching yours for your reactions. She continues. "'But don't worry. When the time comes, you'll get help from our friends. They will do what needs to be done, though it will cost them. I cannot see more than that, but I know there is a great confluence of events that will transpire around my death - that could mean a greater tragedy than everything I have ever seen - unless they are there for you. This is the only dream I've ever had that seems [i]unsure[/i], and I think I know why.'" Julia sits down and frowns. "He never told me why. I have to admit, that at that point - when he told me all this - I began to fall apart. We never really talked about it again - it was sort of a forbidden subject. No one wants to hear that the one person they cherish in this world will be murdered." Julia looks around the table at all of you. Her eyes seems so sad. "So here we are. In the middle of Alan's prophecy. And I'm asking all of you for help." [/QUOTE]

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