Cassandra and Martin extended what little hospitality they could to their intruders in protective masks. Since Cassandra and Martin were breathing fine without the masks, they took their's off as soon as they observe the pair. It was refreshing not to have to wear these things after what they had been through to get there. Cassandra poured three glasses of water and made them available to the Filions.<br/><br/>"We are from White Plains, but have family that were caught in the explosion," Big Joe explained to the woman. "We hope we can find my wife and two daughters. My wife's sister is lost down here too."<br/><br/>Cassandra had that look on her face meaning, she doubted they would be alive, but knew better than to make a statement like that. Hope is all a person has during troubling times. She bore witness to more than her fair share of bad times. "I'm sure your loved ones are perfectly safe."<br/><br/>With that said, the voice crackled through the airwaves,<span style="font-style: italic">"I've been off the air with some technical difficulties, but they are holding out for the time being, so before things get bad here is what the situation is. We've got walkers everywhere, different gangs fighting for control, and then there are the people who are just trying to survive. My message is for you, I have a location that is holding strong against the bad guys out there. I've got food, some water, and other supplies that can be of a benefit to all. There are conditions and rules that apply if you wish to enter. But if you're human, sane, and have a heart that is still beating I welcome you. The location I am at is; Martin Luther King, Jr. Educational Campus. It is a five-story public school facility at 122 Amsterdam Avenue between West 65th and 66th Streets in the Lincoln Square neighborhood of Manhattan. If you don't know where that is, its near Lincoln Center. If you want to make the trip, be ready to pass some tests. If you're honest, then we wont have issues. My name is Mr. White. And I want to survive."</span><br/><br/>Cassandra, Big Joe, Little Joe and Theresa all looked at one another exchanging glances. "You know, there is something to be said about security in numbers," Big Joe interjected.<br/><br/>"Yea, mah food is about to run out. I was thinkin' about leaving this slice of heaven for somethin bettah. Maybe the MLK school is the place to be?" Cassandra tried to force a smile on Martin. He wasn't fooled. She said to him, "go pack a bag honey. It looks like we's leavin."<br/><br/>"Yes mama," The eight year old boy ran back to his room and started throwing some clothing and his favorite fire truck into a bag. He packed his toothbrush because he knew his mother would want him to and he packed his favorite book, one about the characters in<span style="font-style: italic">Lego Chima.</span><br/><br/>Within the half hour, Cassandra also had packed a back pack and slipped it on along with two chemical protective masks she had picked up sometime ago. She picked up her Louisville Slugger autographed by Juan Moralis, Short Stop for the New York Yankees.<br/><br/>Little Joe recognized the autograph and mentioned, "you met Juan Moralis?"<br/><br/>Cassandra smiled relishing her encounter with the star baseball player a year earlier. "Yes, we was at a game against the Red Sox last July. He autographed my son's bat."<br/><br/>"We ran into Juan Moralis less than an hour ago," Little Joe wasn't sure he should say much more. "He wasn't lookin' to good." The teenaged Filion reslung his carbine, headed out into the hallway and repositioned his mask back on his face. The Filions were heading to Central Park and the Lincoln Center.