The train to Manhattan was crowded. People either reading some huge newspaper, trying to get their screaming kids to be quiet or talking to someone next to them. I simply stood there, trying to work out what I would do once I got there. I was snapped out of my musings when the train came to a final, juddering halt. I quickly adjusted my backpack then stuffed my hands in my pockets as I got off the train.

Out in the street the sun was shinning and I knew it would be a lovely day. But that didn't brighten my mood. Hands still in my pockets I weaved trough crowds of people until I found what I had been looking for. A coffee shop that seemed pretty much deserted. Having not slept for a whole day and night I could really use the caffeine right about now. I was also starving but knew that using all the money I had now would be a mistake. I pushed open the door and was greeted by the smell of fresh coffee and warmth. I sighed quietly and went to sit at a table near the window so that I could look at the sun as it rose high enough in the sky to see over the tall buildings.

"what would you like?" a woman asked and I smiled before answering.

"just a coffee, please." I said and she nodded before walking back to the counter and going through a curtain of beads. After a few seconds of watching her I turned my attention back to the matter at hand. All I had with me was some money [not nearly enough to rent even the cheapest motel room or flat] a coat in case it got cold or started raining, [like it was bound to] and, well, that was it. The woman came back and brushed my arm as she set down my cup. I barely concealed a gasp as her life flew past, giving me random pieces of disjointed memories and information. Once the assault on my mind had finally stopped I picked up my cup and took as sip, finding the perfect temperature to drink, I didn't gulp it down knowing this, I wanted to stay in the warm for as long as possible.

When I finally dared to venture outside it was around ten. Cars were queued and there were less people walking round than before, though still enough for some of them to bump into me. After the first few people it got almost to much, but I knew I had to keep going. I finally stopped at an abandoned warehouse and decided that I might as well stop here. I had been walking almost all day and my feet ached. The sun was beginning to drop behind buildings and the night of lost sleep was really beginning to catch up with me. As I got inside I realized the warehouse wasn't quiet as abandoned as I had first thought. There were a few people dotted round the place, keeping to themselves. None of them said anything to me so I presumed that they didn't mid me staying here. I put on my coat and tucked my purse between my t-shirt and jumper so no-one could steel it while I slept then sat on my now emptied bag and rested my back against the wall. I rested my head against my chest and almost instantly fell asleep.

"CLAIR!" I screamed in vain. I knew she wasn't hear but I couldn't stop-

"peter Patrelli?" the man asked.

"yes," I said, to distracted by those around me to look at him or wonder how he knew my name-

"save the cheerleader save the world…"

Hope you guys didn't get to confused by this, and if you have tell me so and I will try to explain. If enough people review I might write the next chapter [hint hint, nudge nudge] so please don't forget!!!