George walked up to the huge building with just a small camping backpack and a dingy Baltimore Ravens cap on her head. Her face was filthy, her hair was unbrushed and outgrown, her jeans were torn, and she didn't seem too happy about any of that. Between strides along the curb of the old road, she straightened her cap and pulled the straps of her bag forward from her shoulders. She'd been walking for what felt like forever.
	Looking around, she realized how far she was headed from the highway she started from. George withdrew a crumpled envelope from the pocket of her jacket and checked the return address; she was getting close. Looking up, she could see a massive white building with huge windows. She picked up the pace.