Jessica went with the flow of the other students.  She glanced at Matt and Masato.  Yeah, those two were up to something.  But what?<br/><br/>It might not even be related to the missing girls.  The spiritual energies back home were nothing like what she was seeing in Tokyo.  Tokyo wasn't just<em>a</em>city, it was<em>the</em>city, founded by gods, like Babylon, Rome, or Tenochtitlan.  New York or even New Orleans were pale shadows compared to this place.  Back home, a single sorcerer, half of whose repertoire was parlor tricks, would stick out like a sore thumb if he wasn't careful.  Here, you might not even notice him until he was dining happily on your liver.<br/><br/>Still, even if what they were doing wasn't related, they might still step on somebody's toes, or try poaching on what a greater power considered its private preserve.  She decided to keep an eye on them, as much as possible.<br/><br/>Jessica let out a sigh, resigned now to her "vacation" turning into on-the-job training.<br/><br/>