11-03-2026, 04:58 PM
Anita let herself consider for a moment before she stood up. Penny’s father, her real father, was alive. But Penny was going to be adopted. Anita didn’t know what, if anything, she was supposed to do about this. Anita thought about Penny and what she had learned about the teenager since they had met. She had only recently grown curious about her birth father. He had never been a part of her life, but the curiosity was only natural. What had really been taken away from Penny was family and her soon to be adoptive father offered that. Penny had seemed happy with him, even if she did wonder about her birth father in the vision. Penny’s happiness and stability was what was important and that is what her adoptive father would offer. Anita decided to play it by ear.
The pressure built behind her eyes again and Anita was thrown into another vision. Penny’s father was there again, his back once again turned towards her. In front of him were several shadowy figures. They were almost completely obscured, but Anita noticed some things - a metal arm, a motorcycle jacket, a uniform of some sort, and one looked around at the others as if trying to get a read on them. The only clear one was Penny. One of the obscured figures stood behind her and placed a hand on her shoulder. She looked up at the figure, smiled and squeezed his hand before turning her gaze back to her father. Above the group was another shadow, large and with hands stretched over the group. In its hands it held the controls for marionette puppets. Anita looked down and Penny’s father shifted, beginning to turn around. Anita gasped in anticipation and…
The vision ended. Anita was once more on the ground and her head pounded in pain. ”Fuck me!” she said, making an attempt to stand. The world spun and she ended up back on her back again. She had never had two visions right after another before. She wasn’t a fan.
Anita didn’t try to rise again. She felt dizzy and another attempt might make her vomit. Her head continued to pound. Her breath came in gasps and Anita focused on calming her breathing. This vision was less clear, but it told Anita several things. Penny’s father had more children and therefore, Penny had half brothers and sisters. One had touched Penny - that meant something too, but Anita had no idea what. But most importantly, someone else was involved. Someone was manipulating situations surrounding these people, but who and why?
And at the crux of it was Penny’s father. ”You could have at least showed me his face!” Anita said out loud to nobody in particular. She had been so close to seeing it and Anita was sure if she knew who that man was, things would make more sense.
It did clarify something for Anita. She could use this. For now, she would let things proceed. Penny would be adopted. Anita would try to figure out what she could. If someone was manipulating things, it gave a reason why Penny’s mother hadn’t told Penny of her father. Perhaps to keep her safe, perhaps for another reason. It wasn’t clear. Anita didn’t think Penny was in any immediate danger, but after the adoption, she could touch base with Penny’s adoptive father. Maybe warn him - maybe by then she would have more, but for now, she needed more data.
The pressure built behind her eyes again and Anita was thrown into another vision. Penny’s father was there again, his back once again turned towards her. In front of him were several shadowy figures. They were almost completely obscured, but Anita noticed some things - a metal arm, a motorcycle jacket, a uniform of some sort, and one looked around at the others as if trying to get a read on them. The only clear one was Penny. One of the obscured figures stood behind her and placed a hand on her shoulder. She looked up at the figure, smiled and squeezed his hand before turning her gaze back to her father. Above the group was another shadow, large and with hands stretched over the group. In its hands it held the controls for marionette puppets. Anita looked down and Penny’s father shifted, beginning to turn around. Anita gasped in anticipation and…
The vision ended. Anita was once more on the ground and her head pounded in pain. ”Fuck me!” she said, making an attempt to stand. The world spun and she ended up back on her back again. She had never had two visions right after another before. She wasn’t a fan.
Anita didn’t try to rise again. She felt dizzy and another attempt might make her vomit. Her head continued to pound. Her breath came in gasps and Anita focused on calming her breathing. This vision was less clear, but it told Anita several things. Penny’s father had more children and therefore, Penny had half brothers and sisters. One had touched Penny - that meant something too, but Anita had no idea what. But most importantly, someone else was involved. Someone was manipulating situations surrounding these people, but who and why?
And at the crux of it was Penny’s father. ”You could have at least showed me his face!” Anita said out loud to nobody in particular. She had been so close to seeing it and Anita was sure if she knew who that man was, things would make more sense.
It did clarify something for Anita. She could use this. For now, she would let things proceed. Penny would be adopted. Anita would try to figure out what she could. If someone was manipulating things, it gave a reason why Penny’s mother hadn’t told Penny of her father. Perhaps to keep her safe, perhaps for another reason. It wasn’t clear. Anita didn’t think Penny was in any immediate danger, but after the adoption, she could touch base with Penny’s adoptive father. Maybe warn him - maybe by then she would have more, but for now, she needed more data.