random idea…

he always had a sense of how he would die… just like in a song… ‘leaving on a jet plane’ but it was never more than a vague wave of anxiety

the oldest twin daughter wasn’t wired like others… born way too early, her brain developed/grew at differing rates… synopsis wired in different ways, firing unusual thoughts.  Some things were faster, better, others slower, different.  since the beginning, she felt how things were going to be… as she grew, the feelings became thoughts, facts, visions… she knew how things would be… bad things caused by single/simple decisions could be changed… but changing events that resulted from series of interelated decisions, random events almost impossible

the youngest twin was distant… emotions couldn’t be controled or grasped without slipping between tight fingers.  when her father died when she was 6, there was just more reason to close off the world of feelings.  she pushed through the following years head down focusing on logic, facts, later science… her goal clearly articulated in her own mind was to control, predict everything

the oldest son was a thinker, story teller and scientist.  he believed in right and wrong taught to him from his dad, believed in dragons and knights and sought ways to make them all real.  his passion drove him and his innate ability to bridge dreams with science using the building blocks of what came before enabled his gifts

the youngest son was the solver… as far back as he could recall, his sisters and brother missed their father.  During the phase (grieving phase, they called it), he would bring them together and in his quiet voice show them the way through.  he grieved, but his father quickly faded into vague images and a voice off camera on family videos.  they told him his father was a builder and he tried to emulate that… he would build rather than take… he saw the problems blocking others and showed them the paths through…

25 years later could they save their daddy, dad, father… should they… would they…

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