<div align="center">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e1/Children_of_Ygg_5_tweak.JPG)<br/></div><hr/><br/>The clink of china sounded as her teacup met with saucer before she lowered it to balance precariously on her knees. Ice blue eyes scanned the surroundings of the study idly, flitting everywhere -- the floor to ceiling bookshelves, the grand oak desk, the plush carpeting -- and resting anywhere but on the older woman seated across from her. Blonde hair that was a few shades lighter than her own, and the same piercing blue eyes bore holes straight into her.<br/><br/>"Jennifer," the woman snapped irritably, "are you listening to me?!"<br/><br/>Stifling her sigh with another sip of tea, she murmured meekly over the rim of her cup, "Yes, mother."<br/><br/>"I do<em>not</em>want you to involve yourself with these people! They're dangerous! You don't know what could happen, and meeting in person?" Her mother scoffed, "What<em>is</em>going on in that head of yours? Are you even thinking properly?!"<br/><br/>This time an irritated sigh did escape her lips, this conversation had been repeated on a nearly daily basis for the last few weeks. Her slip in demeanor only caused her mother's lips to purse tightly together in response. "Mother, I've already told you, these people need help and I want to help them."<br/><br/>"They don't need help! They're lunatics! People like that should just be locked up somewhere and kept away from society." Before she could continue with her tirade, Jenny placed her cup and saucer down on the table a bit harder than necessary as some of the milky brown tea sloshed over the side.<br/><br/>"Mother, please! Why can't you ju--"<br/><br/>Her mother promptly cut her off with a huff. "I don't see why you can't just hold your meetings over the interwebs! This isn't surgery that needs to be performed. Stop being so stubborn and just do as I say for once."<br/><br/>Again, she attempted to explain to her mother for the hundredth time, though there was obviously an impatient strain edging the calm tone she spoke in. "The reason why we're meeting off the net is<em>because</em>attempts at helping them online haven't produced any positive results. If anything, they may have only worsened and thus it is my responsibility to..."<br/><br/>"Oh hush! Why must you always be like this. You never listen to me! If your father were still around he'd..."<br/><br/>Darkness blinded her as her mother promptly cut her out of her channel and Jenny was left to disengage from the net with a resigned sigh. The taste of Lady Grey still lingered on her tongue though it was quickly fading, and as her eyes slowly opened, the only bookshelves that met her eyes were worn and falling apart with barely any books stacked atop their drooping shelves.<br/><br/>With the Interwebs dominating all facets of life, actual paper books were a rarity now. The main public library of New-New York was merely a sad rundown shadow of its former glory from centuries ago. Yet there are still the few who cling on to a dying way of life as they collect books. Most of the missing books from the library had either been scavenged or thrown in a fire for fuel during the cold winter nights. Even so, the facilities were maintained to a small degree as many used the building for shelter at night -- especially during snowy days when the world dimmed due to the layer of dark gray fluff descending from the sky, as breathing in the air outside at those times felt very much like inhaling burning charcoal.<br/><br/>The neighborhood was deafeningly quiet as it was mostly un-populated. Situated in the middle was the main public library of New-New York and Jenny had specifically chosen this location for its convenience. Why so convenient? Due to how vacant the surrounding area was, there was no fear of any incidents getting out of hand and innocent civilians being involved. Police were out of sight but still on call...though with the growing unease in society, there were also the few volunteers who preferred to take matters into their own hands.<br/><br/>Seated in the middle of the main reading room, a circle of empty chairs fanning out around her own, the blonde in her late 30s checked the time yet again. A small table of refreshments was behind her. Dr. Jennifer Hudgeworth, supposedly the best psychotraumatic therapist in the country, pulled up a blank memo and began 'typing' as her fingers moved across a virtual keyboard projecting from her small handheld device.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Time:</strong> 3:45 PM : December 21st, 2198<br/><strong>Weather:</strong> Cold &amp; Wet. Chance of snow 48% (None yet.)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> New-New York, Main City: Public Library (Largely Empty and Void of Life)<br/><br/>Today will be the first meeting of "Voice Counseling". Mother is still adamant on her views, but my own haven't changed either. If anything, anxiety is starting to gnaw at me as I wait for <em>them</em> to arrive. I know that many of them had been detained in prison for some time, even now the news continually reports on the government debates of whether or not high security prisons should be built. <br/> <br/>Every day, my colleagues question me and I find that I'm beginning to question myself as well. Why <em>are</em> these people acting in such a way? Is it something to do with their genetics, a mutation that has gone largely unnoticed until now? Or are they being affected by an unknown virus? If so, is it contagious? All I have are questions, and answers continually elude me. Hopefully these VC sessions will shed light on the situation before further testing takes my patients from me. Those tests are utterly abominable, even if it is for the sake of science...<br/><br/>It is now almost 4 p.m., they should be arriving soon. Shall log the session later and hope for the best.</span><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Please keep in mind that in the year 2198, psychotraumatic therapists are a rarity. Dr. Jennifer Hudgeworth is one of the few who decided to pursue a career that had been viewed as a dying profession until recently.