NAME: Jessica Reynolds<br/>ROLE IN SCHOOL: Student<br/>TIME OF DAY: Late Evening<br/>LOCATION: Infirmary/My Room<br/>TAGGING: Karen Schmidt, Jake Crow<br/><br/>Jessica looked a bit disappointed when Ms. Schmidt couldn't offer any information about the basement. Jessica had to know what was down there and why teachers were going out of their way to scare students away from the door. "Well, thanks anyway I guess. See you around Ms. Schmidt."<br/><br/>She turned to leave but stopped abruptly when Ms. Schmidt reminded her of the IV. "Oh yeah. Oops." She laughed a bit at herself and turned toward Jake, holding her arm out so he could remove the IV. "You sure you know what you're doing?" She turns her head away as the IV is removed, wincing slightly. Jessica tries to hold as still as possible once it's removed to keep any blood from dripping and waits for Jake to find a bandage. When he returns with the Star Wars bandage she looks down at it and back up at Jake, an incredulous look on her face. "Really?"<br/>She could only look at Jake and shake her head at his taste in band-aids. "Well...thanks for everything but I really need to finish unpacking and stuff." She sighed to herself as she picked up her bottle of water and made her way to the door, opening it slightly and sliding passed it, stopping momentarily to give a brief look back into the room at Ms. Schmidt and Jake.<br/><br/>She stepped out of the infirmary and looked around the hallways. She had no idea how she got here or how to get to her room from here. Jessica shrugged to herself and started walking anyway, hoping to find a familiar location. It took her a good ten minutes to get back to her room but she was thankful nonetheless. She walked inside, shutting the door quickly behind her and leaning against it in relief. Something about the room made her feel much more relaxed and safer, as if the door somehow acted as a barrier between her and her problems. She spent several moments standing there like this, just thankful that she made it through the whole situation. Finally, she pushed herself away from the door and made her way back to her suitcase, unpacking the final personal items that she had left to unpack. A few photos of her mother and father, a poster of her favorite band to hang over her bed, and a dreamcatcher.<br/><br/>The dreamcatcher meant a lot to her- a gift from her father to deal with her nightmares. Ever since the first time she had used her power, Jessica had started having these extremely vivid and terrifying nightmares; nightmares fueled by the fears from all the minds she has touched. It was unsettling to say the least and her father thought the trinket might help ease her mind a bit. Jessica liked to think it worked, if only because of the comfort it provided.<br/><br/>She sighed to herself and looked about the room as she finished hanging up her poster. It wasn't home but it was at least a step closer than it was before.