Always alert, so precisely focused on the here and now, Jimena's keen senses missed nothing.  A table shook the threads, and she already knew.<br/><br/>"Micheal, wait," Neviah protested, standing within moments of him, her hands tenting above their coffees to minimize the mess as his sudden stance rocked their contents.  Her insistence would be in vain however as Micheal tossed his crumpled bills on the table, the gesture as snide as his words as he turned to leave.  "Please, Micheal, you have to list-" Her pleading wasn't going to stop him, and with an apologetic glance towards the waitress that stood nearby, Neviah left in pursuit of the man she believed held humanity's fate.  She couldn't let him leave, not like this.  Not without him knowing of his importance and how she had fought for him over the years.  She had to make him listen, whether he wanted to or not.<br/><br/>One might have expected to find a smirk of delight upon the middle sister's face, some form of personal satisfaction, but determination, pointed and pained graced her stern features instead as she focused her energy towards the city's busy streets.  Jimena wasn't a malicious creature.  Though she took pride in her position, she did not glorify herself in forsaking life despite what the youngest weaver may have believed.  Jimena was willful, disciplined, she did what had to be done because that was what her existence demanded, and no amount of personal feelings would sway that.  Did she feel for the priest?  Sure.  Did it break her heart that Neviah couldn't separate herself?  Of course, but Neviah had to learn.<br/><br/>Life comes at you quickly.  One minute all is balanced, effortlessly running like a well oiled machine, when the next, the stinger of a wasp sends your beloved Sparky into a tizzy in the back seat.  Poor animal.  Poor driver.  Micheal was invisible with a full grown lab scurrying to get into her lap.<br/><br/>An ominous weight swelled in Neviah's chest, one familiar and suffocating, and as she hurried down the sidewalk after Micheal, she was halted by the insidious feeling.  She had been here before and her eyes scanned the picture perfect day with worry.  Jimena was close.<br/><br/>"Micheal!"  Neviah bellowed down the sidewalk, shaking her pause to weave through the pedestrians that were littered between them.  "Micheal stop!"  Heads turned, and a few observers stepped out of the woman's way as she hurried in chase behind the fleeing priest, her steps only a heartbeat away from a full out run as he continued darting through and between confused bystanders with no sign of hesitation registering in his stride.<br/><br/>The light was red.  Micheal had the right of way as he stepped onto the cross walk, but the woman driving wasn't going to notice, neither the light nor the man.  Neviah reached for him, time for her slowing as her hand clasped firmly around his wrist where she yanked him back with every ounce of force she could muster to override her sister's.  Breaks squealed, and Neviah spun Micheal to face her, the crash of metal against metal collided with the bustling sounds of the city air as her dark blue eyes locked with his.  A woman screamed, a baby began to cry, and a slew of dogs began to howl from their houses and the ends of their leashes.  A car horn blared.  Jimena cursed.<br/><br/>Neviah's hands moved, snapping around Micheal face in a soft embrace that forced him to look at her with purposeful but tender direction.  "For the love of all things holy," she pleaded, "Please don't run.  Everything will unravel if you do."  She did not raise her voice, but it was low and steady as she peered into his eyes with the kind of intent that left no room to question her seriousness.  A tear found its way down her alabaster cheek.  "You have to trust me."