Thursday, December 18, 2025
A mild winter afternoon in a suburban neighborhood somewhere in the Midwest United States. Liora is in her backyard, bundling up her 5-year-old daughter, Mia, in a light jacket. Johnathan, the 28-year-old neighbor is in his backyard raking the leaves. He glances over the wooden fence and smiles. 
Friday, December 19, 2025
Liora, her red hair loose and catching the sunlight, is in the kitchen preparing snacks when she glances out the window and spots Johnathan. He's in his yard again, raking scattered leaves that barely need attention, pausing every so often to glance toward the fence. God, he's out there again. Is he... waiting? My heart did that little flip when I saw him. Stop it, Liora! 
Friday, December 19, 2025 Evening
Inside his house, Johnathan sits at his desk, staring at a stubborn PHP script. Next door, Liora finishes plating a batch of fresh-baked cookies, as promised yesterday over the fence. *Liora's secret thought: Okay, this is just delivering cookies like I said I would. Totally casual. But... I want to see if he's single. If he's interested. God, it's been so long since I've felt this flutter. 
Saturday, December 20, 2025
Another plate of cookies? Am I being too obvious? But last night... driving around, talking for hours. His laugh, the way he looks at me. And Mia adores him already. God, it's been so long since I've felt this. But slow, Liora. 
Sunday, December 21, 2025
Liora has been a mess—crying on and off, staring out the window at Johnathan’s house. She rehearsed a dozen speeches in her head, finally settled on baking yet another batch of cookies. *Liora's secret thought: He said everything I've been secretly dreaming about since the first fence chat. A family. For keeps. And I just… ran. Like an idiot. 
Monday, December 22, 2025
This is our first real date. Dinner at her house. She's cooking for me. Don't mess it up. Don’t stare too much. Next door, Liora has been in the kitchen since morning. She moved Christmas dinner forward three days because she wants tonight to feel monumental. The house smells like heaven. Her red hair is loosely curled, light makeup, a simple burgundy dress that hugs her figure without trying too hard. 
Tuesday, December 23, 2025
Suddenly, an anxious knock rattles the front door. Linda bursting in without waiting: You better tell me all about it. I saw him leaving your house this morning. Did you guys… you know. You were talking about being all responsible and waiting for the right time. Liora: (laughing) Yeah, we were waiting for the right time, and last night we shared our first kiss, and then suddenly it was the right time. 
Friday, December 26, 2025
Christmas is over; the frenzy of gifts and feasts has faded into quiet aftermath.Inside the house that now belongs to all of them, Liora moves through the kitchen with purposeful energy. She strips the Christmas table runner, packs away the snowman mugs and reindeer napkins, gathers scattered wrapping paper into a trash bag. The tree will stay until after New Year's—she's not ready to let go of every spark of holiday magic just yet.
Saturday, December 27, 2025
Johnathan: It scares me that things are changing so fast. I want to memorialize these events with a family portrait, you know, to remember all of this, if things change. Liora: Me too. I lay in bed and wonder if I'll wake up, back in my rental house, and this was all just a dream. But don't worry honey, I think things are going to be stable for awhile. The Angels wouldn't give us all this just to take it all away, and I'm not going anywhere. 
Sunday, December 28, 2025
Five days. Five days ago Angel was a stranger on a curb, and now I can't imagine waking up without knowing she's here, safe, on our couch. But what if they take her away? What if CPS decides we're not qualified, too young, too rushed? What if she's placed with strangers who don't see how extraordinary she is? I've lost people before—relationships, opportunities—but this... losing her would break something in me I didn't know existed until Wednesday night. 
Monday, December 29, 2025
December 29, 2025. Late morning sunlight streams through the bedroom window, warming the tangled sheets where Johnathan and Liora lie side by side, both awake but neither quite ready to move. It's 10:00 a.m.—a luxury they've been allowing themselves during these last precious days of holiday freedom before real life reasserts itself in 2026. 
Tuesday, December 30, 2025
Liora rushes to the front door, pulling it open just as Linda reaches the porch. Linda is breathless, cheeks flushed from cold and exertion, waving what looks like an official document. (breathless, urgent) Hurry up and get dressed—wear what you wore yesterday, it doesn't matter, just move! We have to get to Superior Court. Now. We've been summoned. 
Wednesday, December 31, 2025
As he walks toward the bagel shop, he passes a young woman coming the other direction. She's wearing shorts and a thin t-shirt despite the freezing temperature, arms wrapped around herself, shivering. She can't be more than sixteen—Angel's age. Oh my God, girl. You're freezing. Don't you have a jacket? 
Friday, January 2, 2026
Actually, I've been rethinking the city contract. You know, the citizen database fraud prevention thing? I think I'm going to bid on it after all. Liora's expression immediately shifts—the light in her eyes dimming. So you're selling out? We talked about this. You said it violated your principles. No, the opposite of selling out. If I bid on the contract and become the principal developer, I can build guardrails into the system. Strict operational limits. Privacy protections. Safeguards against mission creep that leads to surveillance abuse. 
Monday, January 5, 2026
Angel's spatula freezes mid-flip. She turns slowly to look at Johnathan, her expression shifting from casual to intensely focused. Taylor who? You bought some girl a winter coat? When did you do that? The color drains from Angel's face. Her eyes go wide, her breathing shallow. Jennifer notices immediately, touching Angel's arm with concern. Taylor? From down by the bagel shop? By the tent camps? That Taylor? Oh my God I can't believe you. Why were you talking to her? I don't want you talking to her. She's not a good person. What else did you give her? 
Wednesday, January 7, 2026
As Angel and Jennifer finish cooking and settle at the table with their impressive breakfast spread—steak, eggs, toast, fruit—the sound of the doorbell cuts through the domestic peace. Angel freezes instantly. Her fork clatters against her plate. The color drains from her face. Her breathing becomes shallow, rapid—the physical manifestation of panic that's become an involuntary response to unexpected visitors.
Thursday, January 8, 2026
They stop at a drive-through that advertises "breakfast burritos made with real eggs and locally sourced ingredients"—the kind of marketing that's become ubiquitous since the new food guidelines. Liora orders two breakfast burritos and coffee for herself, a burrito and orange juice for Angel. They eat in the car, parked in Dr. Richardson's lot with ten minutes to spare. The silence between them is heavy with anticipation and dread.
Friday, January 9, 2026
Speaking of church—Angel, would you like to come with us today? It's the Church of Angel Love. I thought you might find it interesting given the angels you keep seeing. Angel freezes mid-burrito-assembly, turning to look at Linda with sudden intense interest. Church of Angel Love? Is that real? Can I go? I keep seeing my Angel and I want to know more. Like, is this a hallucination thing or is it actually real? Jennifer jumps in Me too! I want to go! I believe in Angels. I mean, how else do you explain everything that's happened? Angel showing up, the adoption going through so fast, everything working out? That's not coincidence—that's divine intervention.
Saturday, January 10, 2026
Jennifer can't resist. She looks at the young man and uses what she imagines is her grown-up voice. Would you like something? Some coffee, or some breakfast? We have plenty. The IT specialist looks up from his laptop briefly, offering a polite but dismissive smile. No, I'm fine, sweetie. Thanks anyway. Sweetie. He called me sweetie. He thinks I'm a little kid. Not a potential girlfriend, not even a young woman—a child. Don't cry. Don't cry and make a complete fool of yourself. Just retreat with dignity.
Sunday, January 11, 2026
Liora emerges from the bedroom looking like a zombie—hair everywhere, eyes barely open, wearing Johnathan's oversized t-shirt as a nightgown. She was up most of Saturday night working on graphics for the hotel proposal, fueled by coffee and creative obsession. Sleep came around four a.m. What? Who died? Is the house on fire? Linda's here. Church. Wants to know if the girls want to go. There's a special service about angels. Tell her I'm dead. Tell her I died doing graphic design and my ghost says no thank you. She retreats back into the bedroom and face-plants onto the bed.
Monday, January 12, 2026
Today everything is like 'normal.' The drama is fading away. Work, school, all the standard boring stuff families do on a daily basis. It seems to me that all the drama of the last twenty-six days is over, and now we are just a normal, boring family, living and loving the best we can. Wouldn't it be weird if we were like fictional characters in a soap opera or something? They would cancel our show because we were no longer interesting and find some other story to tell. Liora's secret thought: That's an odd thought. Where did that come from? Like we're being watched, observed, narrated by some unseen presence. The angels? Or just the strange self-consciousness that comes from recognizing that your life has followed a narrative arc too perfect to be entirely coincidental. Stop it, Liora. You're getting weird.
Tuesday, January 13, 2026
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Wednesday, January 14, 2026
Three young women—Maeve, Priya, and Ji-woo—discovered they're neighbors in a mobile home park near State College. All 19, all adopted, all brought here by the same mysterious Navy scholarship program. When Priya appeared to hear Maeve's thoughts, the encounter became more than coincidence. As they bonded over pizza, they decided to uncover the truth together. Meanwhile, a Navy officer confirmed: "They've made contact. Everything is going as we expected.
Tuesday, January 20, 2026
Maeve, Priya, and Ji-woo discovered their unique abilities are real and growing stronger. Maeve can sense immediate future events, Priya can hear thoughts, and Ji-woo can locate anything. Their investigation revealed Project Constellation—a classified program with 19 subjects. Meanwhile, Dr. Chen and Commander Marsh monitor them closely, revealing the girls are part of something called "the next step" for humanity. The truth is darker than they imagined: they weren't just adopted—they were engineered.
Sunday, January 25, 2026
The six awakened subjects experienced a powerful resonance cascade when gathered together. Alex revealed there are at least 37 engineered individuals, all tracked by the Navy since birth. They're designer humans created from five different genetic sources, given specific abilities for purposes still unknown. When their abilities surged together, the Navy detected it. Now, a mandatory assembly has been called for all scholarship recipients. Tomorrow, for the first time, all the subjects will be in one place.
Tuesday, February 3, 2026
The truth was revealed. Thirty-seven engineered humans learned they were created from five psychic Sources to defend against an interdimensional threat called the Incursion. When they resonated together for the first time, they proved capable of perceiving through solid matter, across time and probability. They negotiated autonomous unit status with General Winters—they'll fight the coming threat, but on their own terms. Now, with only three months until the Incursion, their real training begins.
Wednesday, February 4, 2026
The thirty-seven members of Project Constellation completed their first week of training, learning to control their individual abilities and resonate as a collective consciousness. They successfully closed a simulated dimensional breach faster than the original five Sources, proving their incredible potential. The military prepared them for war against an interdimensional threat called the Incursion, scheduled to occur in eleven weeks. But everything is about to change.
Saturday, February 14, 2026
After their night school experience with the Being of Light, the members of Project Constellation learned the truth about the so-called "Incursion"—it was actually an attempt at peaceful contact by beings from an adjacent dimension, harmed by Earth's quantum technology. The thirty-seven negotiated a peace treaty and returned to their normal lives as college students, but remained on call as Earth's first interdimensional ambassadors. Meanwhile, Maeve, Priya, and Ji-woo continued their studies, unaware that their unique gifts would soon be needed for a very different kind of rescue mission.
