The next day Tyson had to go to school, it was actually forced and implied by the government that all mutant kids go to school right after they get registered or else. I was really starting to get annoyed by the 'or else' thing that the human government had recently picked up. It was bad enough that they were forcing mutant kids to be even more reticulated at school much less in public wearing a collar like a dog. I was also worried that no one would help Tyson but I received a letter that for every class in the school there is a mutant supervisor that is instructed to help the mutants who received items that restricted them from hearing, seeing or speaking. I was slightly relieved that there was a supervisor but for them to make sure that he/she was a mutant was pretty pathetic, they were acting as if being a mutant was a catastrophe beyond an apocalypse.

Tyson was adjusting his school bag with slight difficulty when a knock broke our silence. I helped him with his bag before answering it and to no surprise it was Walter.

"Everything is fine," I said in a bored tone, " Tyson is still wearing his gloves and still has his blindfold on."

Walter nodded and then said, "This is also for you too."

He handed me an envelope and I immediately knew what it was. I looked at him and saw actual sympathy in his eyes and knew that he didn't want to do this either.

"What the hell," I muttered.

"A monthly fee on-"

"Yes," I said the words gritted through my teeth, "For the blindfold and gloves. God dammit! I thought that this was free, a curtsy from the government."

Walter shrugged and said, "I'm sorry Alison, I really am truly. I hated to think I had to deliver it to you but you-."

"It's okay Walter, I understand." And I really did, if Walter not delivering the letter equals Walter not having a job and spending a quadruple life sentence in prison for disobeying federal authority and refusing to protect the general public. I wanted to tell the federal government that they can take the tax and shove it up somewhere they didn't know existed but I knew that wasn't going to happen only in my dreams. Also I didn't see how me not paying a tax on Tyson's items would be a danger to the general public. I shook my head and then thanked Walter again before going back inside.

"Mom?"

I looked at Tyson and was ready to force something different into my mind before realizing that Tyson couldn't read my mind. He wasn't at the point where he would make links with people without seeing them so I managed a smile and replied, "Yes?"

"Mom, do I really have to go to school like this?"

I wanted to tell him no, I wanted to tell him that we were going to New York, to Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. But I couldn't, I had to buy the tickets alone.

"Yes Tyson, I'm sorry but you have too."

I dropped Tyson off with a painful feeling tugging at my gut. The principal was waiting on the curb for me to come to a complete stop. He had a stone cold look on his face and eyed Tyson as if he were a shrew.

"Miss. Horn," he said sharply with a cold drawl, "Glad to see that Tyson is here. I do hope that you received the letter we sent you."

"Yes."

"Mrs. Tresper will be the mutant supervisor in his classroom and she will assist him with the needs he requires."

I wanted to punch the principal so hard but I refrained and then sighed, "Yes."

"So you agree?"

"I do."

He then pulled out a clipboard with a government paper on it with a pen clipped to the top.

"Sign here."

I took the board and said, "What is this?"

"Please sign Miss. Horn," his voice was forced and dangerously cold.

"I want to know what this is."

"It is a simple basic form stating that you understand your son's needs and routines that will be carried out to protect the other students."

"What routines?" I asked, I felt my powers drift up wanting to be free but I forced them back down.

"Routines administered from the government itself, please sign."

I looked past the principal and saw Tyson being led into the school by the mutant supervisor Mrs. Tresper. I quickly enhanced the empathy link on Tyson as well as an extra link that allows me to see what he sees. I signed and then got back into my car and drove off.

At the train station I watched as people passed me without giving me a second glance. I didn't want any attention anyway, which added a bonus to me actually instead of the cold shoulders people wanted me to feel. I walked up to a desk and then knocked on the window. I sensed that the person behind the desk was a mutant and I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Can I help you?" she asked politely.

"I'd like two tickets to Westchester Country, New York."

She seemed to know what was up there and I was glad that she didn't ask questions like some of the humans did. To my right a guard was questioning a mutant on where he was going and why, I sensed that the mutant had been questioned for about ten minutes now.

"What time would you like the tickets?" the woman asked.

"5:00pm please."

She printed out the tickets and then handed them to me. I placed them in my pocket and then left without a word.

In the car my head suddenly gave a pounding throb and I felt myself bend down curling my knees to my chest as the pain continued. I waited in pain for a few minutes and then the pain passed and I sighed with relief.

Ever since Tyson was born I was plagued with two minute migraines that made my head feel like it was going to explode. At one time the migraine got so bad that I rendered unconscious and Tyson had telepathically called 911, which is how we found out about his telepathic abilities.

I waited for a while before reversing the car and then heading towards the Underway. The Underway was a series of tunnels that connected and joined together underneath Toronto. It was created by mutants to hide from the human government. It was used by mutants to gather together and discuss some topics of interest or concern in the mutant community. It was created by Digger, Compose, and Quake who had finished the whole thing in less than five hours. It was very popular after the Mutant Registration Act was set in.

I parked my vehicle in a restaurant parking area before getting out and going across the road to a motel. The motel manager nodded to me and I noticed that he too was registered. I walked to the laundry room and then opened up the large metal door and entered. I walked down a few stairs before coming to another wooden door that I knew was guarded by Stronghold, a mutant with every superhuman power imaginable. I knocked three times and when Stronghold saw he, he quickly opened the door and I passed through. I noticed a lot more mutants all registered by law and some I realized were missing like Beatrice and Hover. I walked down the long narrow tunnel and then turned into the largest room and only room in the whole labrinyth. Mutants gathered in by tens and soon the whole place was filled that I used my telekinetic ability to lift up to one of the metal support beams where I shared with three other mutants. One of the makers of the Underway, Digger stood in front of everyone and said, "Welcome, brothers and sisters to the meeting I am glad that you could make it. Now let us discuss our further plans for the humans."