Jessica stood in front of the massive building, her right hand gripping the backpack slung over her shoulder and her left wheeling a suitcase behind her. This was definitely the place; it looked too much like a school for it not to be. Still, something about the place sent a shiver down her spine. She didn't belong here...she belonged in Washington with her family and friends. Jessica looked back over her shoulder, hoping to see the taxi that had brought her here still waiting; the driver somehow knowing what she felt in her heart. Instead she was greeted by a nearly vacant parking lot. She was stuck here, for better or worse. She sighed and stood her suitcase upright and sat her backpack down on top of it as she unzipped one of the smaller pockets. The young woman pulled out a folded piece of paper, a note from her father and probably the last thing she would see of him for the forseeable future. She already knew the words by heart but it was still comforting to hold it in her hands and read it again.<br/><br/>"Jess, know that I will always love you and what I have done is for your own good. I've pulled some strings and you'll be going to live in a school of sorts- a school for people with abilities like yours. It'll be safe there. There's people there that can protect you in ways I cannot.  Find Aaron Shaw. The school was his idea and he'll know what to do.<br/><br/>Love, Dad"<br/><br/>She sighed and folded the note back up, her eyes closing slowly as she fought back her tears. As she pushed the note into her back pocket her sadness was quickly replaced by anger as she outwardly spoke to herself. "Oh yeah? How am I supposed to that, Dad? Excuse me? Are you Aaron Shaw? No? Well, I guess I'll ask one of the other five hundred people here." Jessica snapped up her backpack with a frustrated sigh. "And where do I even go?" She stands around in front of the school with one hand on her hip and another holding her backpack as she glances around the facility, trying to find some sort of registration or welcoming center.