Miriam Horas
"To everything (turn, turn, turn) / There is a season (turn, turn, turn) / And a time for every purpose, under heaven" ~Pete Seegar, Turn Turn, Turn.
It took, of course, time to arrange it all. Carl Sands leaving, returning as Sam Horas. The courtship, her career, marriage, moving to a house of their own, in a land neither one was recently familiar with. The hero game was one he had played before, dozens of times, and one she felt was needed. By this point, both of them were used to her visions, and he didn't argue, playing a variation of The Escapologist, claiming, for those in the business, to be a son of the famed World War Two hero.
She took on the nom de guerre of Madame Destiny, using the new sharpness of her predictions to survive the inevitable fights, or finding ways around them when it seemed wiser. After several years of crime-fighting, she became pregnant with their first child, and was only a sporadic companion for some time after. When the children turned out to have gifts of their own, why, they too joined the family business.
Miriam, now Miriam Horas, is in her late forties, though she has aged less than one might expect, and her body is as fit as a woman ten years younger. She is working on a book of their stories, past and future. Her husband, of course, has not aged.
