Kira woke up early the next morning after only a few hours of disrupted sleep. Her dreams were filled with sporadic recreations and exaggerations of yesterday’s trauma, each one highlighting her inability to use her powers to break everyone out. She was covered in sweat when she awoke, it soaked right through the sweatpants she hadn’t bothered removing. Untangling herself from the fluffy pink blanket wrapped around her, Kira stumbled out of bed and walked on shaky legs to the bathroom. She felt moderately more conscious after splashing her face with icy water, before stepping into the shower. She stood there for a long while as the hot water cascaded down her exhausted body.<br/>“I’ll be fine, Sam!” Kira said, exasperatedly “It’s more important that you get to work, you know - to make money.” Her brother had waited for her to get up, seemingly intending to stay at home with her for the day to ‘mind’ her. “And anyway, the FBI said they dealt with everything - everything’s okay, really.”<br/>He eventually agreed to go to work, clearly just to appease her, and it was only after he left that Kira started jumping at every noise or shadow. She just sighed in annoyance at herself every time, only slightly regretting convincing Sam to leave.<br/>The full story was just beginning to break when Kira checked the news. It seemed like nearly the entire city council had been arrested on human trafficking charges, a massive operation to satisfy their perverted desires. Kira just shuddered as she thought about what might have happened if Casey Norton hadn’t rescued her. She was hit with a tinge of guilt as she was reminded of her borderline rude exchange with Mr.Martins in which she refused the gracious offer to become a hero recruit. After thinking it over she still drew the same conclusion. If the kidnapping had proven anything, it was that she wasn’t good enough to help others.