*****
Leah made some phone calls from the office the following morning. By noon, Hannah was sitting with a former police sketch artist, Tanya, who was a patient of her mother’s. “No, the dad’s eyes were wider. And his nose had a ridge in it.”
The artist erased and redrew a few lines. “Like this?” She glanced at Hannah for confirmation.
Hannah nodded. “That’s them. Thank you!”
“Your mom didn’t tell me why we were doing this,” Tanya said.
“Oh, we’re just getting ready for the coming apocalypse,” Hannah said with a smile. She pointed to the older boy in the picture. “He’s going to rule the world.”
Tanya laughed. “Okay, don’t tell me!” She handed the finished drawing to Hannah. “That’s a free session with your mom for me. She said you’d probably need me again soon.” She scribbled her number on a blank piece of paper. “Just call me directly.”
Hannah smiled. “Thanks so much for your help. I’m sure I’ll be calling you again soon.”
After Tanya left, Hannah sat and stared at the picture, and especially at the older boy. “I’m going to marry you someday,” she whispered. She had to laugh at herself. She was twelve years old and had plans to marry the ruler of the world. She had a couple of friends who wanted to marry multi-millionaires and she always thought they were silly. What would they say about her?
Walking to the family computer, she scanned the image, and brought up her mother’s Facebook account. She used it quite a bit to play games, but today, she was doing something a lot more important.
She posted the picture and made a comment below it. “Imperative that we find this family. Please share this with your Facebook friends and their friends. If you know this family, please contact, Leah Long at llongheadshrinker at yahoo dot com.”
She watched as her mother’s friends shared the picture over and over. She’d set up the email address, and checked it hourly. Just as her mother walked in the door, the email came in. “That’s my neighbor’s family. Is everything okay?” It was signed simply, Jim.
She responded. “Thanks so much, Jim. I just need to talk to them. Would you give me their address so I can contact them?”
Within five minutes the address appeared in her mother’s email address. Hannah rolled her eyes at the man’s carelessness. How could he just give someone’s address to a random person on the internet? “Mom? Can we fly to Wisconsin tomorrow?”
Her mother sighed. “You found them already?” She’d been hoping the people would be impossible to find. Everything was falling into place too easily, though. The visions had to be true.
Hannah nodded. “We don’t have any time to waste. Everyone needs to be in place by September first.”
“Where are they, so I can figure out which airport to fly into?”
Hannah looked at the address again. “Some place called Sun Prairie.”
Her mother patted her arm. “Hop up and let me look.” She sat down and her fingers flew across the keyboard. “Okay, we need to fly into Madison. There’s an eight a.m. flight. We can be in their driveway by two if we rent a car at the airport. Will that work for you?”
“Yeah, that should be fine. Operation, convince people to move to Idaho is now underway!” She’d never been to Wisconsin. Maybe that was a good thing about her visions. Travel.