A group of people have abilities outside of the norm; they protect the fabric of reality and balance to prevent time from unravelling, and reality from becoming blurred.
The storm brewing was beginning to twist and shake the silver birches outside Emily’s house so violently that she began to worry that her house mate, Kate, wouldn’t make it back before it got serious. She tapped her nails against the mug of tea she’d made and bit her lip as she watched the trees shaking.
“Come on Kate, where are you?” She murmured. She put the mug down and began to pace in front of the bay window, looking anxiously down the drive. On her third rotation lights appeared on the road and turned in to the drive. “Thank god.” She breathed a sigh of relief and rushed to the door in case Kate needed a hand with her bags. Throwing it open she looked down the drive and saw the car getting closer. She grinned and was about to wave when she realised that it wasn’t Kate’s car. This was a sleek, black car; expensive looking with tinted windows. Emily’s stomach twisted in anxiety; what if something had happened to Kate?
The car pulled up in front of the door and after a few seconds an official looking man in a dark suit stepped out.
“Yes.” She frowned. “Has something happened?”
“You share this residence with Kate Machin?”
“Is she alright? Has something happened?”
“Get in the car please.”
“No!” She cried, stepping back a little. “Not until you tell me what’s going on!”
“Ma’am, please get in the car. We’ll explain on the way.”
Emily bit her lip. If something had happened to Kate… but then these people were strangers, and they hadn’t explained why they wanted her to get in the car.
“No. I have to wait for Kate.”
“Kate is not coming.”
“Why? What have you done to her?”
“We have done nothing Miss Worth. Get in the car please.”
“No.” She turned to go back in the house and saw a flash of light as she felt something jolt through her. Letting out a strangled gasp she felt her legs give way and fell to the floor. Before she passed out she saw the blurred figure of the official man leaning over.
“Sorry Miss Worth, but we do really need you to come with us.”