Annalise hadn't caught the news in the morning. Soaps were more interesting than a boring news casts, after all. It was one of her co-workers who filled her in, excited and panicked as she explained what had happened.

She hadn't left immediately, of course. Leaving early would just bring more attention to her. She hadn't exactly slowed down after her shift ended either, of course.
”Appointment with a doctor,” she'd yelled to the curious what's-her-name. They'd come for her, she knew. If not today, then tomorrow or the day after that. She had tried to hide her abilities as well as she could, but some of her neighbours followed her doings with undeniable suspicion. The old lady who lived above her had actually accused her of being a freak.

She ran to her apartment in record time. The NYFC hadn't arrived yet, thank god. The whole place smelled dank and smoky, and despite living at the apartment for quite some time, the woman still found herself grimancing at the smell. At least she'd be rid of that, right? Think of the positives, her psychologist had told her. Worthless advice, totally not fit for an occasion like this.

Isaac, the tall, homely guy who lived next to Annalise greeted her as she digged for her keys.

”Short day?” he asked with an awkward smile. He looked guilty, even if he tried to hide it.

”Mhm, yeah. Thank god. I'm so friggin' tired, you don't even know,” she answered, seemingly exhausted but calm as her door clicked open. She sent the guy a tired smile before stepping in and shutting the door with a loud slam.

Then she collapsed against the closed door, gasping in a shuddering breath. Oh fuck, why hadn't she been more careful? She didn't want to leave, but if she didn't, she was going to die, or worse!

It took well over 15 minuted for her to calm down. Packing was easy, even if her hands shook and she felt nauseous. Clothing was thrown into her worn duffel bag without much care. She'd travel light. Two pairs of shoes, lots of socks. Her phone - along with anything else with an internet connection - was left behind. Was she being paranoid? Yeah, but that could only be a good thing right now.

There was a loud knock on the door as she hid a photo of her parents into her wallet. No point in wondering who it was. That, at least, was obvious enough. She closed the door in her room and pulled her window open before peeking outside. Another loud knock and muffled authoritative words could be heard from the outside. Pulling the hood of her jacket over her head, Annalise grabbed her bag and threw it on her shoulder. Waiting for much longer would be stupid.

She opened a portal in the shadowed, hidden alleyway next to the apartment. Another appeared in her room with little effort. By the time the NYFC broke her door open, the teleporter was well on her way towards The Shelter.