The TV was blaring as Rose flipped her grilled cheese sandwich over. This was her second attempt at making a sandwich, since her first had burnt to a crisp.
Images of the protest were on TV. She'd seen them before, at least in a vision, but this, since it was actually happening, was much clearer and crisper. Visions could be blurry and confusing sometimes, but now that this was actually happening, she knew that meant other things she saw would likely occur as well. She pushed the sandwich around in the frying pan as she watched the news.
And lo and behold, she saw a familiar red head waving around a protest sign. Rose shook her head. What are you doing, Bart? she thought. She hadn't talked to him in awhile and decided it was probably time to send him a text.