A human metal detector? It's amazing and it makes me think more about this place that I've agreed to go to. Liz said that there would be both normal people and people like us, special people. I want to fit in, I hope I will. "This... doctor. What is she going to do? Is it questions and tests? Like what Chandra did?"

I don't want to be prodded at, but presumably that's part of what they do. How else would they be able to help me control this. With so many specials... if I don't control it somehow, bad things could happen.

The cab is slowing down, we've reached the chaos that is the airport and I draw a breath at the sight of so many people, all busy, happy, going places. It makes my head buzz, but I hope we won't be here too long.