Genevieve marched down the long, white hall with an Armacham officer on each side. She held her clipboard in one hand and a small baby blanket in the other. Today was the day that she will meet Paxton. Genevieve punched in a code next to the giant steel door that kept Naomi imprisoned. She watched it slide open as she brushed her pant legs.

"Naomi darling, you really shouldn't pull those faces. Your face will freeze that way." Naomi turned away from the one way mirror and gave Genevieve a horrified look. Genevieve pulled up a folding chair and a small child's chair in front of her and motioned for Naomi to sit. Still somewhat horrified by the notion of her face freezing, she complied and dragged her feet over to the chair. Genevieve noticed that her skin looked paler than ever. Her whitish-blonde hair flowed freely over her shoulder. Her purple eyes danced all across her surroundings until they finally met Genevieve's.

"Has anyone ever told you why your eyes are purple, Naomi?" Naomi looked down at her lap.

"I am special," she answered timidly.

"Very good, Naomi. You are very special. Do you know what makes you special?" Naomi looked up from her lap.

"I can do things that other people can't." Genevieve picked up the blanket that she placed behind her chair. Naomi was too timid to do the tests or practice her abilities in front of anyone, so she figured that it would help if she returned her security blanket.

"I bet you have missed this little thing." She smiled and handed out the dirty pink security blanket. Overjoyed, Naomi took it back, hugging it to her chest and taking in its scent. "Now Naomi, if you don't do what I tell you, I will have to take it back." Naomi gave her a horrified look. She missed her blankey so much and she did not want to lose it again. "Do you think that we can try this again?" Naomi nodded.

Genevieve smiled as she pulled a metal spoon out from her jacket pocket and put it in Naomi's tiny hands. Naomi through her blanket on top of her head as if it were a veil and began her work. She squinted hard at the spoon, focusing all of her energy on it. After a few moments, the spoon began to bend. Delighted that she finally got her to do what she wanted; she began to scribble notes onto her clipboard.

Subject does not show any signs of pain while using abilities. Subject is shy to use power in front of other people. The security blanket seems to help with this road block. Approx. time it took abilities to take affect: 5 sec. amazing for her first successful test. How far the spoon bent: about 90 degrees. How long spoon took to bend: Approx. 2 sec.

Naomi smiled at her work and handed the spoon to Genevieve. As Genevieve examined it, Naomi pulled her blanket over her face and blocked herself out of the world for a minute. She was just happy that she got her blanket back. Genevieve sighed.

"Well, Naomi, you have done great this past week of being here. I think you deserve a little break. Would you like to go to a playground?" Naomi smiled and nodded her head violently. Genevieve waved her hand to the mirror that was the back wall and the heavy steel door slid open, two officers waiting behind it. Not taking her eyes off the exit, she tossed her blanket over to her bed and followed Genevieve and the men outside. She had never seen what it looked like outside of her room before.

They began to walk down a long white hallway with many doors and turns. Various soldiers and people in lab coats walked by, not even looking up from their clipboards. Everything was harsh and loud. It gave Naomi a very bad feeling.

After taking a lot of twists and turns, they finally exited the building. It was a somewhat foggy day with a very gray sky. There was a playground immediately outside that contained a slide, swings, a merry go round, and monkey bars. The playground was surrounded by concrete walls in every direction, each one containing a mirror like the one she had in her room, but smaller. The area was pretty small, but it would be enough to do the trick.

Naomi turned around to confirm with Genevieve that it was okay to play, but she had already disappeared. Naomi looked down at herself. She was barefoot and still in a hospital gown. She was definitely not in clothes suitable to play in, but she didn't care. She was just ecstatic to get out of her bare living quarters. Naomi looked all around her, trying to decide what her plan of attack was. Subconsciously, she gravitated to the swings. Back home, she loved to play on the swings at the park. She always wanted to fly and when she was swinging, she felt like that was what she was doing.

Ignoring the uncomfortable feeling that the ground caused her feet, she pranced over to the swings. She felt something strange on her feet. She looked down at the ground she was standing on. She stepped in a red, sticky puddle of something. She slowly looked up to the swing in front of her. Sitting on the swing in front of her was a little girl as pale as snow and hair black as sin. Her red dress stuck out like a sore thumb against all of the whites and grays of the playground and her skin. Her eyes were an unsettling copper color. Her legs were splattered in blood. Naomi curiously stared at her, not saying a word. She was not scared of this girl. In fact, this girl almost calmed her with her presence. Without making a single sound or movement, the girl held out her hand to Naomi. Naomi shied away at first, making the girl only stick out her hand further. Hesitantly, she slowly outstretched her arm too.

"Hey!" Naomi gladly stopped what she was doing and turned around. A little boy was waving to her. Naomi turned around to look at the girl, but she was gone, along with the red liquid that she stepped in. She turned back around and went to meet the boy.

"My name is Paxton. What's yours?" Naomi looked down at her feet shyly.

"Naomi."

"Well, Naomi," he said as he grinned back at Alma, who was staring at Paxton and standing behind Naomi, pointing to her. "We are going to be great friends."