The morning came on the wings of overcast skies, darker clouds shadowing the horizon. Aislinn arose and went about taking her shower and dressing. Today she picked out a simple black dress with a fitted waist and square neckline. Sunflowers dotted the skirt adding a splash of brightness the day seemed to lack.  She spent the early morning hours unpacking her bags. Clothing went into the closet or was tucked away neatly in drawers. A small box of keepsakes was nestled in among them. On the table, she set her sketchbooks and art supplies.<br/><br/>Linn checked the time, seeing that she was about due for her initial screening. She sighed to herself but knew that if she did not go they would simply come for her.  Winding her tresses up into a bun she shoved two sharp, metal hair sticks into her hair and proceeded out the door barefoot. As she came down the stairs to the courtyard one of the upper floor doors opened.  The motion caught Aislinn's eye and what she saw stopped her in her tracks. For standing in the doorway was a middle-aged male, he had slightly graying hair that was once a rich brown and kindly looking blue eyes. That wasn't the problem, the problem was the image imposed on him.  As though she was seeing a ghost over his form. That version had long black hair and looked to be in his mid 20's. His skin was a strange blue-gray with a  sweet of shockingly white eyes. That version caught her staring and gave her a wicked grin, revealing the row of razor teeth.<br/><br/>The color drained from her face as a chill raced down her spine. Heart pounding, Aislinn turned away and bolted down the stairs and for the office.