Theresa snapped her head towards the sudden sound, allowing a few of her red curls to break free from the loose ponytail. Shading her eyes with a long fingered hand to see better, her eyebrows bunched in confusion. Where had that cracking noise come from?<br/><br/>Then she saw a line, slightly faint from the distance, growing along the egg shaped rock. What was going on? If something was going to be born, then the sky was falling. Yet, that was what it seemed like.<br/><br/>"Mary, mother of God," she cursed, her fingers touching a silver cross under her button up blouse.