We didn't come from a big family, but being Irish, our family threw large parties for our favorite holiday, "St. Paddy's Day". I was especially lookin... forward to the upcoming party that year, it had been four years since I had seen John last. His parents had divorced and his mom moved him half way across the state, we kept in touch by phone and email but it wasn't the same; we had grown apart. He was 20, in college and working full time and I started to dabble a bit in the modeling field, so. I worked in a local family restaurant, the base pay was low, but the tips were good. The clientele tended to get in and get out as fast as they could which meant that the turnover of tables was high. With my old man's mind and my young girl's body, I knew when and how to get the biggest tips. I was not ashamed to flirt with a group of single guys, unbutton one more button on my uniform and bend over to take their order. Or provide extra fast service to a family with three kids all under the age. I backed off, not saying too much for the next couple of days, but I was still feeling impending disaster. That night I had another one of my infrequent visions.It was of miners running down a mine passageway which I recognized as the one at the third level. I could see and feel their palpable fear. Behind them I could see water rushing along the shaft floor. I then saw them turning into a nearby stope and climbing to an abandoned drift at the second level. I did not see where any were trapped,. Look sharp, Clarie, don't slouch." He walked out and I followed. "Mr Cox, lovely to see you again," a tall young man with a slender but strong physique and dark hair came walking over to us from reception desk. He shook hands with my father and hugged. "You too, Enrique, how is your father, recovering I hope," Daddy said, with a chuckle. Enrique smiled widely and nodded, "Recovering well, thank you sir," he replied. His blue eyes went towards me, "Who is this shy woman?" Daddy pushed me.