Bayville Outskirts 11:00PM

*Alice's POV*

The train was approaching the town quickly. I watched from my little baggage car as tree's whizzed by in a green blur. The air smelled damp and fresh from the falling rain.

I could see the lights of my destination fairly clearly now. It was rather surprising to see so many lights on so late at night. For a rather small town, it sure was busy.

I sat and wondered if the rumours I heard about the mutant activity were true. If that I could really find someone to help me with my 'problem'..... Well I am going to find out soon enough. A small grassy hill was coming up, and it made the perfect landing spot. I prepared myself to jump as it approached. With what very little belongings I had with me, in a little bag over my shoulder, I leapt off the baggage cart, and rolled down the wet hill.

I could feel the water on the ground seeping through my sweater, but I didn't care. I was going to get soaked anyway walking around in this rainstorm. I recovered myself and got up off the ground, putting the strap of my bag over my shoulder, and pulling on my hood.

It was a rather long walk to get to Bayville from here, but I had the time and energy. I began walking through the tree's, just along the train tracks. I don't want to be seen by anyone, because then I would have a problem. A minor girl, walking through the woods alone at this time, could seem a little suspicious.

The rain was coming down rather hard, making the ground a little slippery. But I couldn't let that slow me down. I needed to get into town before midnight. Midnight. The Witching Hour. My mother had told me many stories about the Witching Hour. It was the only time of day when the vail between the world of the living and the spirit world was weakest. When I was younger I used to think that during the Witching Hour, ghosts would come into my room and steal my toys. But that's when I was young and foolish. Now everything seems to have a reasonable explanation. I stopped believing in those old ghost stories long ago...

I still had about half a kilometer to go. I would be able to make it before midnight. At least now the rain was letting up, but I was already soaked to the bone. And yet, I wasn't cold. My hair hung in wet locks around my face, making it harder to see. But I don't really care. I don't need to see to know where I'm going.

A few squirrels ran up a tree as I passed. It was really quiet right now. This kind of quiet could drive some people crazy, but not me. You could say Ive been toughened up by recent experiences. Most people probably wouldn't believe me if I told them what Ive been through these past years. Its been some crazy ride. And its all come down to this.

I can see houses now. Most of them didn't have any lights on, which meant most of those people were asleep, which made it a lot easier sneaking down the street. I needed to find some place to hide till morning. Maybe some old abandoned factory or warehouse, like in those thriller action movies. But I doubt it would be anything like in a movie.

I walked down the street barely making a sound, accept now it wasn't as quiet around me. I could hear the cars driving by on the nearby highway. Not like the kinds of sounds that I'm used to from growing up in Los Angeles, but sounds non the less. It was kinda comforting to hear these sounds, after walking through a forest, only hearing the sound of my own heartbeat.

Im guessing it's pretty close to midnight now, which means Im right on time.

And so my new journey begins....