The Phoenix's Arrival...
It starts around eleven-thirty. A star bursts into flame, somewhere on the horizon. What once was a dark blue sphere, sparkling with millions of points of light takes on a haze of orange as the brightest star in the galazy appears to come ever closer.
Is it a shooting star? Is it a comet? Astronomers take notice and begin to pour over charts and scientific measurements. But before they can puzzle through what might be coming earth's way, it arrives.
The stars fade and the blue sky is blotted out by orange fire. The fire forms into a distinctive pair of wings. Talons of flame and a tail fade off at the edge of the horizon, and a bird's head comes to life, screeching in jubilation. Moments later, it shrinks and flies off somewhere, leaving a trail of flame behind it in the sky.
Somewhere in Lake Forest, it finds what it was searching for. A house in the back of a sleepy little cul-de-sac gains a halo of phoenix-shaped light, before it disappears in a column of fire.