It was roughly six in the morning, and Jennifer sat cross-legged in the middle of her bed, the laptop in front of her providing the only source of light in the otherwise dark bedroom. She was browsing the internet in search of answers again, anything involving superhuman traits. As before, any promising results she came across were either sci-fi articles, news of the events that occurred at the gala that evening, or people expressing their hate towards her and the rest of the people who acquired an ability. Jennifer still couldn't wrap her mind around everything that had happened up that point, and to make matters worse, not a single professional could provide a viable explanation. 

To Jennifer, it seems as if she'd been thrusted into the plot of a cheesy superhero movie, although in her case, such action did indeed come with real-world consequences. Roughly a week after the gala, her department head, Dr. Carl Jensen, called her and advised Jennifer to stay at home until further notice. He rambled on about safety precautions and some other unnecessary topics, but Jennifer knew the harsh truth: the university didn't want to be associated with the mess going on at the moment. She'd also been contacted by one of the biology professors, although he was primarily interested in any physiological changes that had occurred, but Jennifer didn't have anything to report and that was basically the end of their conversation.

Oddly enough, her phone suddenly went off. She picked it up to see who was calling her so early in the morning, and of course, it was none other than her mother.

"Hi, mom."

"Jenny, dear, how are you?"

"Same as before, more or less. Nothing's much changed," she said

"Have you heard back from Dr. Jensen or the university?"

"No, nothing yet," Jennifer sighed. She was honestly getting sick of her mother asking for an update nearly twice a day. Jennifer couldn't count the number of times she'd told her mother that the second she knew something, she would call her.

"Oh, okay. Well, your father's tests came back negative, so that's a plus."

"Yeah, that's good."

"Alright dear, I'll let you go back to sleep. Call me later, okay?"

"Okay mom. Love you."

Jennifer hung up, contemplating whether she should try to get some rest. After a few moments, she realized that it was a no-brainer, and she put her laptop away and tucked herself under the covers to try to get some much-needed sleep.