Jessie was anything but safe. She was on a bad side of town. It was the kind of place where pokemon couldn't save you. If someone wanted you dead, they'd just shoot you in the head. End of story.

She pulled up the collar of a huge trench coat to cover her face as best she could. Wandering the streets alone at this time of night, it was best that the people around her didn't see that she was a woman. Not that it made her any weaker, but it certainly made her more likely to be attacked. Jessie was used to the kind of men who thought that because she was a woman, they could say and do whatever they wanted to her. That's partly why she grew up to be so tough.

Jessie pulled a crumpled napkin out of her pocket. The ink was smudged but she could still read it. She had been reciting the address in her head all day like a mantra. Every time she said it, she pictured a beautiful home with a picket fence where she'd find her mom safe and sound happy to see her. She knew that wasn't the case though. The truth was bound to be quite grim.

Jessie tried to remember the last time she saw her mother. Every time she tried to picture her face it faded away. It was all a blur. Sometime she wondered if she just imagined her. Maybe she really was an orphan, and she just pretended her mom was a kick-ass team rocket agent. As a child Jessie would frequently daydream about her mother's adventures in South America.

Santiago turned out to be a huge disappointment. Nothing was going the way she planned. At least, not until she found this address.

It had been a long journey and Jessie was tired. Her legs were so sore she was surprised she was able to keep walking. But she was too close now to stop. This was not an unfamiliar situation. She as cold and hungry with no place to eat or sleep, and no money. It usually wasn't this bad, because she at least had James and Meowth. This time she was alone.

The sun began to rise, and a she got closer to the water, the smell of the ocean got stronger. Slowly the scenery began to change. Not a stone's throw away from the slums, there sat beautiful mansions overlooking the ocean. The address was in a gated community, and in her state, she knew there was no way she was getting in.

Jessie walked along the wall until she found a spot just out of view of the security cameras where she could climb over.

She landed on the other side with a thud. With all kinds of branches and leaves stuck in her hair, Jessie climbed out of a bush disappointed to not have anyone to complain to. She just pulled the crap out of her hair and moved along. When she was alone, she couldn't care less about her looks. It had been a long time since she had applied any makeup or even washed her hair.

As she walked along the dimly lit sidewalks, Jessie attempted to make herself presentable. It was really hopeless but so was she. She decided to give up on trying to look grown-up or impressive. By this point, Jessie had worked to hard to get here to try and hide it. She was a mess.

19 Alba Road. Light could be seen from the kitchen window. Jessie filled with fear and anticipation. She tried to pull herself together and rand the door bell. The doorknob turned.