<strong>Eric, Sandy and Alana</strong><br/><br/>Stephanie, the teenager, had found a chair once she arrived at the clinic and sat quietly in a corner. As Sandy mentions retrieving supplies, the girl quietly says, "I'm not going anywhere."<br/><br/>At the mention of abilities, however, Rene looks cautiously at Sandy. "Abilities?" she asks. "What kind of abilities?"<br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Eric</strong><br/><br/>The trio get out of the car and Eric finds a metal pole, peeling off three blades for Virginia and Rachel.<br/><br/>"That is truly bizarre," Rachel said, watching Eric fashion the weapons with his hands. She accepts the makeshift sword, testing its weight.<br/><br/>Scrap was left in the car, his doggie face anxiously pressed against the window, watching his humans.<br/><br/>"Okay. We might as well go in," Virginia said, holding her weapon and proceeding toward the cinema.<br/><br/>The box office was empty, of course, though the lights were on. As they approached, the door to the theater opened automatically, but Eric realized it was Virginia's power making that happen. They walked into the lobby, the deep red carpet absorbing their footfalls. The theater was small, with only four screens. The lobby was dominated by the snack bar, which was unmanned. A short hall branched off of the lobby, down which were visible the doors that led to the screening rooms. They all had signs over them, though all were blank except one.<br/><br/>"'Only One,'" Rachel said, pointing to the sign above the door furthest down the hall.