Carter woke up to the blaring of her alarm clock. She barely got any sleep with the sound of people banging in the neighboring rooms from moving themselves in. She also had to someone showering late at night and singing entirely off-key. Another reason to thank Nadia: her room was the farthest from the bathroom.

Late last night, she got an itinerary for the week. As all Mondays started, this was going to be terrible. The first thing on the schedule was to go to the medical center and have an appointment with the doctors. She groaned as soon as she saw it. She hated doctor's appointments. It wasn't because she was scared of needles; there were much scarier things than those.

Carter got out of bed. She peaked her head outside the room. After noticing there was no one in the bathroom, she ran into the bathroom with all her bathroom supplies before closing the door softly behind her.

The first thing she did was check her hair. It was the same brown as before. She hated that she had to be this superficial but often felt like she didn't have a choice. After that, she brushed her teeth. While doing that, she felt everyone else's alarms go off. She quickly spat the toothpaste out of her mouth and started to leave the bathroom.

As she was walking back to her room, a door on the way opened up. A bed-headed woman walked out of the room. Carter put her hand up to wave hello at the woman, but she just brushed her off and slammed the door behind her. Carter just shrugged it off. It was too early to socialize with anyone.

Back in her room, Carter carefully changed into one of the many uniforms that she had stored away in her closet. It was still weird that they were all in her size, considering she hadn't bought them or told anyone her size. Turning toward the mirror, she looked at herself. Even she could tell that she looked like a scared little girl wearing her mother's clothing. The uniform just looked too strict on her, especially compared to the graphic-tee, jeans, and tattered sneakers she usually sported. She pulled her hair up into a bun, hoping that it made her look more professional. She kept staring at herself, hoping that would calm herself down. In short, it didn't quite work.

She pulled out a small navy sachel she found in the closet last night as she unpacked her belongings. She placed a book inside it and both phones, badge, room key, and laptop she was told to bring with her.

Looking back at the room as she was about to leave. She looked at the bed she left unmade. She was an adult now with a job; she should probably make up her bed. She put the sachel down at the door and went back to make up her bed. Once she felt good enough, she walked out, locked the door behind her, and walked down to the medical center.

When Carter finally navigated the maze that was her destination, she was met with more white walls in what she assumed was the reception. There was no one there, but there were many chairs and couches that practically blended into the walls. Looking at the only clock on the wall, she was way earlier than she expected. She grabbed a seat in one of the chairs in the corner and pulled out the book she stored away in her bag. A quarter of the way through the first chapter, other people started to pile in as well. They all had confused looks on their faces, but say down when they saw other people. Most people were playing games on their personal phones, while others were just fiddling their thumbs. It was a little while before names were being called.

"Carter Williams," a stern voice called from the other side of the room.

Carter looked up from her book; she saw a woman with a no-nonsense look on her face with a stark white lab coat stood at one of the only doors in the room. She quickly put a bookmark in her book and scrabbled to the woman. As she approached, Carter let out a soft squeal of "here." The woman didn't look impressed.

Carter followed her through an intricate floor plan of offices, operating, and exam rooms before leading Carter in one. The woman motions her toward an exam table while she sat at a computer chair and logged into it. Sitting on loud, crinkly paper, Carter felt her nerves sky-rocket.

"My name is Dr. Ruth Fieber," the woman said without emotion in her voice. "I will be your primary physician while you are here. I will be the only person who should have your medical information at any time, except for in case of emergencies or if you have an appointment and I am not available. It is highly suggested that you are honest with me as much as possible. Incorrect information can lead to death if the situation is extreme enough. Do you have any questions at this time?"

Carter shook her head before realizing that the woman was not even looking at her. "No, ma'am," she finally spoke.

A slight smirk braced the doctor's face. "This appointment is pretty much going to be a simple physical that you should have had plenty of times before. What is your full name?"

"Carter Ephron Williams."

Dr. Fieber started to type on the keyboard. "How do you spell that."

"E-P-H-R-O-N."

"Sex?"

"Female."

"Age?"

"Twenty-five."

"Species?"

A second went by before Carter finally answered. "Mutant."

"Mutation or mutations?" the woman asked, not even sparing a second to think about it, which surprised Carter to her core.

"Controlling electromagnetic waves."

"Meaning?"

"I can sense and control electricity, fly using those waves, move objects that are conductors, charge electronics, and control them to some capacity." Carter spent a second to think if there was anything else. "Oh, I can pass electricity through my skin."

The entire time that she was speaking, Dr. Fieber was just typing away at the computer, not stopping to give Carter weird looks like so many others did.

"Are there any other physical manifestations of your mutation?"

"I have a faster than normal heartbeat; drugs pass through my system a lot faster than normal. I can't go through newer metal detectors. And... my hair is bright blue."

"Is brown the only color that you die your hair with?"

Looking down, Carter quietly responded. "Yes."

Dr. Fieber continued to type on the computer for a bit. Carter could tell that she was writing nothing up but the facts, her brain activity being surprisingly low. After a while, she spoke up. "There's no need to be ashamed of what you are." This made Carter look her in the eye for the first time. At his point, Dr. Fieber had a softer look in her eye. "Yes, I know that there is still a lot of ridicule today, but there are plenty here. I won't say who they are because that would end badly, but I would trust some of the people here. Some are not as bad as you think. I would suggest some of the younger agents. The older ones are usually assholes, but you didn't hear that from me."

Carter actually started giggling at the last sentence, finally somewhat comfortable in the examination room.

"Are you comfortable enough to finish?" Dr. Fieber asked Carter, still with a soft look in her eyes.

"Yes," Carter said with a grin.