Michelle followed her, eventually walking astride of the young, confused girl. She wanted to put an arm around the girl but thought better of it. She was confused as it was. "I know you're scared and want to go home. I've been there, myself. You're confused, alone and," she managed a light chuckle, "in a body that isn't yours. That was me a decade or so ago."<br/><br/>The city street the hospital let out onto was bustling. Not with cars, but with people, bikes and small vehicles. It was a canyon of glass, steel and concrete that more than anything, was clean, tidy and had the unmistakable scent of a wildflower garden. THe omnipresent almost-sweet aroma was there where the miasma of exhaust fumes and rot that permeated most cities was, mixed in with the same smells of cooking food from the dozen area restaurants.<br/><br/>She quietly and stealthily guided her charge down the street in one direction, following an endless, gentle curve as if it made up an enormous miles-wide ring. The people on it were a diverse group indeed. Tall, short, plump, curvy, muscular. easily more women than men and some of them were even green!<br/><br/>Green skin, emerald eyes and wavy black hair was the universal among those of a green complexion ranging from that of summer grass to a darker rich jade green. Most wore dresses or well-tailored skirted suits, as if off to one office job or another.<br/><br/>It wasn't long before Michelle steered them into the entrance to an apartment building. "We're in here," she said.<br/>From the small, but clean and well-lit lobby, an elevator ride later got them to their front door. Inside was a surprisingly spacious apartment (for its urban setting) decked out in soft colors and hardwood floors with a handful of colorful rugs. Two opposing bedrooms ran to either side of the shared common room that included a small kitchen in one corner.<br/><br/>The bedroom door to Rose/Rachel's left was open, revealing a well-appointed bedroom with a dresser, a large bed clad in a white duvet and its own closet and bathroom.<br/><br/>She waited for the door to close behind "Rachel' before spinning about on one heel.<br/>She gestured off to the right. "That room is yours, you can have as much interaction with me, or as little, as you want, but you and I are stuck with each other for the next few weeks, alright?" she asked. She did a poor job of hiding her exasperation at her situation, of course, and waited a scant few heartbeats before continuing.<br/><br/>"Look, I know it's scary now, but you'll get used to it, trust me."