[center][h2][color=mediumpurple]Rachel Jones[/color][/h2][/center]


Rachel's fork rattled on the plate signaling the completion of the meal. Suddenly, a voice projected through an intercom speaker breaking up the talk of superpowers and suspicions. She felt her already huge eyes widen as the voice went on, it really was 11 o'clock? It couldn't be. But as if on cue, Rachel felt her muscles begin to ache and her eyes begin to droop. Before the voice had finished talking, she found herself attempting to stifle a yawn. Slowly people began filing out of the cafeteria, though Rachel took her time. Though her body ached for rest, her mind wasn't quite onboard. She began looking around at all of the suited men. Suspicion and worry began clouding her thoughts and tugging her stomach into knots. Rachel quickly pushed herself up from the table suddenly feeling very alone and uneasy. Not meeting the eyes of any of the people in suits Rachel made her way out and to the hallway.

Scanning shiny plaques, Rachel's stomach fluttered with nerves and fear. The reality that she had no idea what would happen to her here was setting in and making her panic. Finally her eyes fell on her name above the number 20. Rachel's hand paused at the doorknob. What if this was a trap? What would she be walking into behind this door? Rachel looked around her at the seemingly empty hallway. The other's had room down here too right? She hadn't heard any screams or cries for help from any of them, so maybe it was safe for now. She twisted open the heavy metal knob.

Behind the door, Rachel was greeted by what looked to be a normal hotel room. It was definitely nicer than her current home, though that wasn't too hard to beat. Cautiously she wandered around the room, trying to find any hint of danger with the realization that she was most likely being watched at this very moment. Deciding that it was safe enough Rachel laid on the fluffy and was immediately met with utter comfort. Her entire body seemed to exhale in relief. [color=mediumpurple]I'm being so ridiculous...[/color] Rachel spoke to herself to break the silence. [color=mediumpurple]This can't be real, this can't be happening...This isn't real.[/color]

Tomorrow, they were going to be allowed to call family members to tell them about what was going on. Or so the voice had said. But, who would Rachel call? She had no one. Feeling her eyes become heavier with each blink up at the white ceiling, Rachel slowly and methodically ducked under the covers to rendezvous with her dreams.