120- Predictions and precognition

I run to the door and swing it open just in time for Vance to nearly hit me in the face, his fist raised to knock. He stumbles backwards and lowers his arm. Hazel is standing beside him looking amused. Her unnaturally red hair is a little windblown and the ends just brush her shoulders. She’s thin and with her bright blue eyes she looks a lot like a little porcelain doll. Eyes are another common m