<hr/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Chapter 2 - <strong>It's Just My Imagination...</strong></span><br/><br/>A seed grew in the back of their minds and echoed in the distant halls of memory... Thoughts from some place just out of reach,<em>"Where is my family?... Where... Where... I need to know."</em>It stung with the pain of a broken heart as each word leaked out into their minds.<em>"Was the emotion real?"</em>It had a hollow ring to it but it flowed over each of them like a cold mist. The closer to reality it was, the more it would hurt. Like an unspoken truth when you knew in your heart that a relationship was ending. For some it would feel like fate to others it might feel like the end of all reason to go on... "But it's not real. Is it?"<br/><br/>Shadows cast off of the street lamps began to bend. Not in an overly perceivable way but subtly. The straight line of shadow cast off a trash can or pole nearby had a slight curve to it. Tips of shadows warped out and over the edges of their toes, or fingers.. maybe the edge of their hair. In winding paths the shadows moved like silent centipedes crawling, ...approaching with hair like miniscule legs...<em>"It's just my imagination..."</em><br/><br/>A barely audible soft ethereal voice whispered in the wind. "Quickly... To the school." The voice was like mint ice cream. Silky, smooth, and cool like the caress of a silk sheet. It held promises.<br/><br/><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Robert Long</strong><em>(temp NPC)</em><br/><strong>Location</strong>:In front of the high school<br/><strong>Tag</strong>: Jeong, Open</span><br/><hr/><br/>Robert froze right before he was going to say something else. He looked off at the school building and pointed. "That looks like my sister." He was pointing to a window on the second floor that had a dim light in it. The dim light moved as if walking around somewhere inside the classroom. There was clearly no way to tell who it was from here.<br/><br/>Tentatively he took a step towards the school and into a shadow. He stood still, transfixed as he stared towards the classroom window. His body enveloped in the darkness.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>A mist began to spill out around the buildings nearby. It slowly rolled along the roads. It was behind Al as he walked. It filled the hollow dip of a street about a block away from Jin and Robert. It filled up as if behind a wall on the street where Neela lived - the only clear direction was the one that lead towards the school. As Maggie walked the mist poured out behind her and from a nearby alley. It just caught the corner of her eye. That same cool soft ethereal voice said, "Run," to Ixy just as the mist hit an invisible barrier. It filled up behind the wall then spilled out over and around the vague shape of a woman.<br/><br/>It was around the same time that this was all happening when Jin would notice her parent's shadows in a first floor window. Mr and Mrs Jeong looked like they were opening up filing cabinets. It wasn't a clear view but when you know someone that well there is a way that people carry themselves and a way that they move. Those traits breed a familiarity to them so that even if they were fully masked, and cloaked you would still recognize them. So too, here in the shadows of a school window, Jin would spot her parents.<br/><br/><br/><hr/>