[OOC: A few, quick out of character notes here. Yes, that's okay for Jack to show minor displays of strength.<br/><br/>Also, we are adding a new player to the game. This post is for "Cassandra."]<br/><br/><br/>(http://www.givememyremote.com/remote/wp-content/uploads/2007/03/tyra-collette.jpg)<br/><br/>Cassandra Kemp pulled up to the dance studio like she had on most every morning, ready to get to the serious business of dance. She parked her red truck on the street in front of the studio that lay on the outskirts of Old Town. She had been in a rush that morning, not even bothering to turn on the tv.<br/><br/>The lack of motorists on the road had been interesting at first, and then disturbing. Still, it was early, and it's not like she was driving through the most bustling parts of town.<br/><br/>Inside the dance studio, she busied herself with preparing for the morning class. She turned on the lights, dressed, and prepared the music. Then, she waited. And waited. When no one showed up, she started making calls to wake her students from their beds. Sometimes the girls needed a push.<br/><br/>Picking up the phone gave her only static. She tried her cell phone and while she got reception, no one picked up.<br/><br/>Cassandra went through a tense hour of calling anyone and everyone she knew, and no one picked up, anywhere. There was no tv in the studio, otherwise she could have checked the news.<br/><br/>Instead, she went outside. Still, no one on the streets.<br/><br/>Then she saw a distant, bright, blue column streaming from the sky, and she knew things were definitely not the same in Biscay Sound this day.