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Getting her things together was difficult. Not that packing was really hard, but deciding what to bring. A lot of the stuff Lydia had was precious to her. But she could take it all. Clothes, toiletries, an old childrens book... too many choices. After much internal debate she left it as is. Ordinarily she would not have payed much attention to the warning she was given. It sounded crazy. But the whole thing fit like a puzzle.

A man in a nice suit approached her while she was out the other day. The encounter was brief as her mom was nearby. He knew her name but treated her like anyone else despite her lack of tact. The questions poured out, many of which had no baring on what was going on in the moment. Left behind with a letter she was given explicit instructions to keep it secret. People didn't share secrets with her so Lydia kept it and waited till she was home and alone. Some might think it was deceptive to "trick" someone with her condition.

The young woman wasn't stupid though. Going over the note numerous times she made sure that she understood what it was telling her. Usually quite active at all hours she made herself sit down and think which took a bit. Rabbit trails were tricky things. Using her phone she looked up some information of the mandatory blood draw. While ordinarily she would pay little mind to something like this it wasn't something she could ignore. Her parents could be in danger because of her. It was inevitable that she would be found out. Several close calls had occurred as her ability seemed to grow in strength. 

No, back to the blood thing. They would not have done such a thing if they weren't looking for something. It was a health concern of some kind or database kind of thing. Conspiracies abounded among the populace. Most of them were crazy. But the power thing made sense. Statistically she could not have been the only one with an extraordinary power. So if they had a way to find them then biological samples would be about as close as one could get. She wasn't in school anymore, why would she be screened? And the man knew that she had power and claimed to have them as well. Even if she was wrong Lydia felt she could hold her own. Electricity was a powerful force of nature. 

And thus the debate ended then. Having burned twenty minutes meant that her time to pack and plan was plentiful. The battery removed from her phone she left the house well in advance of her parents waking. If they got up early to find her not there it wasn't unusual. Most times she would be out for a walk and the neighbors knew to keep an eye on her. Taking a taxi to near the airport she stayed out on the street for a while. Should anyone have approached her they would have been quite unfortunate. Thankfully no one bothered her and when it came closer to time she made the rest of the trip.

Fortunately for Lydia she had flown on several occasions. Either on trips or to go be seen in another location to help her. Trying to keep the interaction to a minimum she got through without much trouble. Once on the plane though whoever sat next to her was not so lucky. Flights were slow and dull. The walking energizer didn't do well with sitting for extended periods so it was either talk, squirm, or challenge herself to solving something "impossible." Somewhere along the way she ended up doing all three.