Rodge found a seat on the tube, and kept to herself. She noticed the people with shinny name-tags passing out pamphlets and politely avoided eye contact. Yet, she could not avoid their message so easily. She picked up a pamphlet left on the seat.<span style="font-style: italic">Where will you spend eternity?[/i[<br/><br/>“Where indeed?” She leafed through it, mildly curious as to what the latest religious gimmicks were, but she wouldn't spare it much of her attention. Who were they? Mormons? Witnesses? Monies? It didn’t matter, they all had the same message. [i]’My way or the highway… The highway to hell, that is.</span><br/><br/>There was no shortage of well meaning ministers passing through her childhood. But that's all that were,<span style="font-style: italic">passing through</span>. All that hemming and hawing only seemed to make the preacher feel better. They would do their good deed for the day, then they’d move on.<br/><br/>Rodge didn't believe in ghosts or gods. She used to, both had let her down too many times.<br/><br/>She sighed and set the pamphlet aside.<br/><br/>That’s when she saw saw a black feather sticking up on the other side of the car, bouncing and waving like a flag.<br/><br/>Rodge smiled.<span style="font-style: italic">'She's Unmistakable’</span>.<br/><br/>"Moreta?" Rodge rose from her seat and politely pushed past a few strangers to find the other girl. She was still in her flapper gown and feather. Rodge steadied herself on the overhead bar as the train began to move.<br/><br/>She smiled down at the smaller blonde girl. There was<span style="font-style: italic">something</span>about here, but maybe that<span style="font-style: italic">something</span>wasn’t a bad thing...