The trip to New York was long but uneventful: bumper to bumper traffic, loud honking or horns, some road rage, and a lot of waiting. That was OK though, because Cheshire was going on a trip. An adventure even. She rocked out to some Bob Seger's Against the Wind, and other on-the-road songs. She even sang along for some parts of the trip. She reached her destination late at night: a motel. A cheap motel, on the outskirts of the city. From here she planned on taking the subway to Manhattan Square in the morning. She flopped on her bed and bounced a few times before settling in to sleep. Bright and early would be when she'd get up, so she set her alarm clock for 5:30 AM. Before long she fell asleep with that Cheshire grin still on her face. 

In the morning she woke up and took the time to make her bed and clean up the mess she had made upon entrance to the motel, after all she expected to be living here for a couple days at least. She put on a dark blue sweatshirt with a hoodie and a comfy pair of dark blue jeans with a hole in the left knee. She brushed up her hair and tied it back into a bun and finally left the motel room and locked the door. Since it was so early in the morning, not many people were there. She saw a police officer in the parking lot smoking a cigarette, and a homeless person sleeping against a garage door across the street. The officer simply looked at the homeless man with a disapproving look.

Cheshire took a walk down the street and found the entrance to the subway and entered. The next train would be arriving in a few minutes, so she waited. A few early uppers were there. A couple business-like folk, and a janitor or two that seemed to be coming off a late shift. The typical sounds of trains running on tracks could be heard in the distance. The train arrived right on time, just another thing to make her day great. She hoped onto the train and waited for it to get moving.

One stop. Two. Three. Five. Six. Six stops until she arrived. That was to be expected. A few of the commuters nearby kept their distance from Cheshire as no respectable human being should be as happy as she was in the morning. She hopped off the train quite literally and then up the stairs into Manhattan Square. She clapped her hand thrice with excitement before skipping towards an empty bench to wait. She looked at the clock: 6:52 AM. She was earlier than expected! That was great!

A business-like man sat down next to her at roughly 10 AM and handed her a wallet. "You dropped this, ma'am."

Cheshire blinked at him and looked at the wallet. She felt confused. Who was this man? How did she drop a wallet that she didn't even own? Then she got it! This was a contact. Was it a contact from the guy on the news? She giggled for a brief while and then took the wallet while chirping. "Thanks."

The man promptly left with a brief nod and entered the crowd that had amassed. She checked the wallet to see a bit of money that she didn't care for, an ID, and a note. She pulled the note and read the contents. Oh a summons! Oh hugs and kisses! She felt all giddy inside. She stood up and stretched a bit before hailing a taxi to take her to the given address. The ride was fairly easygoing. She found the scenery to be great. She loved the city, then again, she loved everything pretty much. She arrived at her destination and hopped out of the taxi and paid her fee with a handsome tip.

She entered the theater to discover that it was quite empty except she saw a door that said Employees Only swing shut. She walked over curiously and heard an elevator close shut. She followed the sound to where the elevator was and saw it was going down. The light only showed down to the basement's first floor, but if she understood the dynamic of underground bases that meant it had more than just one sub-level. She simply waited. Someone would come for her shortly. Not fifteen minutes later she heard the elevator ding and open to reveal a child hostess and let out a small sound of surprise before gesturing for Cheshire to come in. Cheshire slid into the elevator and waited as they descended several levels down. She even bobbed her head to the music, which garnered her a puzzled expression from the hostess. She then was led through a hallway into a warehouse-like area where she saw Laxaris, Citrine, and Hannibal who only just came out of camouflage.

She pranced right over. "Oh Hannibal, you and your eating people's hearts. I do have to say cooked cow heart is pretty darn good. I don't think I could bring myself to cannibalism though." Those that knew her would understand that she was completely serious and not a single joke had been told. She waved at Citrine. "Long time no see to all y'all." Then her attention turned to the guys she assumed to be Laxaris. "Hey, Laxaris, are you the one that did that television stunt? Pretty crazy IMO. Is that Kill Switch thingy really back in action?" Ultimately, she didn't care either way. She'd have something to do regardless even if that thing happened to be dying.