[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=#DDA0DD]Antoinette McCarthy[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[color=#DDA0DD][b]Location:[/b][/color] Baxter Building-- New York City, New York.
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Antoinette fiddled with the sleeves of her shirt, thinking about Lance and all of the others from school. They weren’t all here, with the palace group but they had all been split up it seemed. Lance was with the resistance and she vaguely remembered seeing others that she recognized as well. It would be nice to be able to get in touch with them. After all, they were all on the same side again. [color=#DDA0DD]”Thank you Mr. Richards. Someplace neutral to rest for awhile would be nice,”[/color] Antoinette said gratefully. [color=#DDA0DD]”You wouldn’t happen to have a phone I could borrow do you?”[/color] She looked from him to the others that claimed this place as their home as well. 
The device he would be working on wasn’t one they originally wanted but if they could get everyone they saw and knew on the same page about remembering the old reality, well then they would be halfway there. Maybe then this reality would collapse in on itself or they could create a new world with neither humans nor mutants running scared. [color=#DDA0DD]”Oh yes! I remember both as well, should you need more information,”[/color] Antoinette volunteered after Carolina did.