Today has to be the strangest day she's had in a long time. Not a bad day, just... unusual.<br/><br/>How weird is it that one of her electives didn't get enough students, so she's been shuffled over to something even<em>more</em>obscure and unlikely to be a full class than before? Comparative Ancient Religion? The syllabus doesn't even start with the stuff you see in the movies or comic books all the time - Greek and Norse and Egyptian coming after old Irish religion? And since when did her school start offering Gaelic?<br/><br/>She breaks her best time in track during PE and feels great afterward, barely even winded. Captaincy is all but handed to her on a silver platter. And the love notes? At least three, four, they just keep adding up. She's pretty sure one might even be from a girl, and another is a... "poem" (http://"http://weknowmemes.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/02/shit-bitch-you-is-fine.jpg").<br/><br/>It isn't until after cheerleading practice that she starts to get this weird feeling that the sun is all but standing still in the sky, like the day is lasting longer than it ought to. But that's ridiculous, easy to shrug off one more weird thought at the end of a weird - weird, but not all that bad - day.<br/><br/>It's as she's walking to the parking lot - the place seems deserted, for once - that she hears it, the sound that everyone in high school knows. The sound of someone getting shoved up against lockers.<br/><br/>"Could be a sign. That maybe she wasn't meant to be. Fate tryin' to tell us - tell you, tell<em>dad</em>something, y'know?" She doesn't know that voice, but that's not so unusual.<br/><br/>"You know that's not my call to make, Rory." But that voice. That one, she knew. That faint Irish lilt... it couldn't be, could it? Francis, her old babysitter from when she was little? What would he be doing here, on campus.<br/><br/>"Shit, what do you even know, anyway? Someone like you... they oughta've picked someone tougher, someone like -" "Like you." Aileen's never heard Francis' voice so flat as when he says those two words. He'd always been all smiles whenever he saw her, sweet and cheerful and always willing to play games with her.<br/><br/>"Well... Just sayin, if they picked someone else, this might not've happened."<br/><br/>"There are more important things," Francis answers the unfamiliar voice testily. "When it comes to Visitations, they don't choose the strongest or the fastest or the smartest. They choose the most the most loyal. These are their kids, we're talking about here."<br/><br/>"Fat lot o' good you bein' loyal is doin' them, innit?"