James woke up, probably somewhere in the afternoon, almost naked and in a stranger's appartement. He wasn't surprised. This has happened before. As he rubbed his eyes, he started to sit straight up and looked around. It was a small appartement with a view over New York. The view made it look as if he was on the 60th floor. The appartement was really high up. James stood up and slowly started walking towards the window and looked out over New York. It reminded him of his own place. That thought reminded him of is own stuff. A quick bodysearch made clear he had nothing on him at the moment and he had to start looking around for his stuff. Most of his clothes were in the kitchen with his keys and phone still in their pockets. Couple of other people, all around his age, were still sleeping throughout the appartement. He found his coat a couple of minutes later and started to leave the building.

While he was walking down the street and trying to remember what happened last night, he noticed he had 12 missed calls and a lot of messages from Ken. Ken was a guy he once met at a party, he was a so called `freak´ aswel. James called him back straight away. "James?! Oh god, James I thought they had taken you already." Ken sounded scared. "What the hell are you talking about." James responded confused. He was almost at his appartement. "Haven't you heard the news or anything!?" Ken said. "Okay, okay...." a short silence fell. "Okay, listen carefully James. Listen carefully and listen good." Ken said as he explained everything that had happened.

"Wow. That's... well, I'm not sure how to respond. Where the hell do I go now, now that they're hunting us?" James said as he walked in circles through his appartement. "I guess I can't fucking stay here, right?" Ken agreed. "Right, you can't. But I know a place, I'm currently there. It's a place where you can hide for a small price. It's called The Shelter." There fell a silence. "The... Shelter?" James said as he started going through his stuff and putting everything of value in his backpack. "Yeah, The Shelter. Seriously, you can't stay where you are. They're checking every house in New York." James sighed as he grabbed the last couple of things and filled his backpack with them. He took all the normal stuff people take with them with him. Clothes, electronics, cash, all that jazz. "Okay... okay. I'll go there. Where is the place?" James asked as he closed is backpack. "You got an adress of that place?" He looked in the mirror and noticed he was a mess. He had already changed into a new pair of clothes and all, but something just made him look like a real mess. Maybe it was the fact he hadn't showered in almost a week. Finally, Ken responded. "Tell you what. I'll meet you at your place, okay? Just make sure you don't act too nervous around cops and I'll meet you outside." After that, he hung up. James sighed as he made his way down to the streets.

About 20 minutes later, Ken finally arrived. He acted way too friendly and made a comment about James' holiday trip and that he should've packed more than just one backpack. He said it loud enough so that the ungoing stream of people could hear it aswel. James thought it was cheesy but clever at the same time. After some more smalltalk, they left. In just a couple of minutes they left the busy streets behind for alleys. Those soon enough turned into sewer tunnels. "What the hell Ken, this place is inside the sewers?" James said angrily, he wasn't fond of anything that has to do with sewers. "Nobody checks here okay? This is one of the (if not the) safest ways to travel." Ken replied. James didn't say anything after that.

15 minutes later, they arrived. Ken showed James around and introduced him to the owner. The owner told James that he could stay as long as he paid his dues, but James had enough money for that. After that, James thanked Ken for all he had done and Ken left. James got a key and started looking for his so called 'room'. As he was searching, he got the idea that he should get to know some people around here and walked up towards the first person he saw. A guy with black hair who smelled of alcohol and cigarettes. "Hey" he said as he held his hand out. "I'm James Qatr. Call me James."