4:42 AM - Reis' Penthouse, Manhattan - NYC Someone once sang that New York is the city that never sleeps. In a huge penthouse, laying down, with eyes wide open and heart racing, Pandora was remembering Sinatra's song and wishing that wasn't true. If only she knew that in the apartment bellow her there was a housewife going thru a mid life crisis and having insomnia, maybe she could do something about it. But no, Pandora didn't knew that, she didn't even knew at that time that she could capt someone else's symptom. So, the young woman blamed her concern about her brother's whereabouts for her nightmares and lack of sleep. She was scared, and that feeling was her own. Although that wasn't her first time in New York, it was the first she went all by herself, and the first in 12 years. She barely knew the city! But the worst part was, of course, the fact that the only reason she went there was to reach for her brother, and she couldn't find him. So, completely on her own, without knowing anyone nor the city, with abilities she didn't even knew she had or how to control it, there was Pandora, a girl who lived eight years isolated from the world. Taking a deep breath, hands in her belly to feel the movement, Pandora forced her eyes to close. "Inspira.... segura.... expira...." [translates to: breathe in, hold it, breathe out]. Using a breathing method she learned with meditation, the young woman slowly calmed her heart. After feeling her body completely relaxed, trying to eliminate all her worries about her brother (she would have time to think about it in the morning), Pandora went to her inner palace. On the outside, it was a wooden cottage in the heart of a forest, It has been like that since she was a child. To get there, she had to climb a mountain, walk by a narrow path in the woods and then find a clearing. There she would find a beautiful garden, a small lake and the cottage. It didn't took much more time after opening the door until the girl was asleep. 6:58 AM - Reis' Penthouse, Manhattan - NYC The sun was rising, and the old curtains, thinner by the time, let the sunbeams into the room and gently woke up the girl. As she scratched her eyes and got up, the freezing temperature in her warm skin startled her. "Ugh, shit!! Everyday..." Used to a lot hotter weather, specially in February, the cold of NY made her remember she wasn't at home anymore. And it did that every morning since she got there. "How long has it been? Days... weeks... months..." Everyday was the same. Pandora wakes up, feels the cold and remember she's there, eat breakfast looking at the window view to Central Park, and get ready to search for her brother in the streets of New York. She's been all around the city, showing his picture to strangers, posting flyers of missing people, asking if anyone saw him... But everyday ends the same, with Pandora defeated again, going home without finding anything... The young woman didn't knew yet, but that day was going to be a lot different from what she was expecting! As she put on her clothes and snickers, and looked at the mirror, a face of disgust reflected back. "Ugh, I look like a homeless..." Her messy hair and tired eyes were only the beginning. The faded black sweatshirt she was using had holes in it and her pants were dirty. No one would listen to a woman looking like that. Grumbling, she walked to the bathroom and took a long shower. 11:22 AM - Central Park - NYC It was a specially windy day, and the cold breeze felt like knives in Pandora's face. She was completely covered, except for her face. With a long coat, wool cap and leather gloves, she was looking not very different from a homeless, but at least, her hair was impeccable. After spending the whole morning in Central Park, asking around and freezing, she decided that the cold was not for her and began to ask in stores nearby if anyone had seen her brother. It was in a coffee shop that, while ordering for a hot cocoa, she got her first clue! "Heeey, do you by any chance have seen this guy? He looks almost ten years older by now, but should have the same smile..." Pandora showed the old picture she kept with her at all times, since she was sent to the island. It was her and Thor laughing at Isis, that had ice cream spilled all over her dress. "You mean Ed?" "Ed?" The attended took the picture from Pandora's hands and took a closer look. "Yeah, that looks like Ed Reyes, the guy that was always going to the library... He was from Argentina, right?" "Could it be Brazil?" Thor Eduardo Reis, he could had changed his name to a more American one, Edward Reyes, the girl though of that immediately. "Yeah, yeah, I guess... You know what? You two have the same hazel eyes!" With a heart full of hope, Pandora asked for any more information the attendant had about her brother, but all he could tell was that for years "Ed" used to go there every morning in his way to the library, and ordered a double black coffee, but he didn't showed up for the past few weeks. With a happiness she didn't felt in a long time, the girl took her hot cocoa and left the shop in a hurry, running to the library. 11:29 AM - NYC Public Library Panting, with a hot cocoa mustache, and a big smile on her face, Pandora stared at the huge building in front of her. "Is this really a library? A PUBLIC Library? .... Wow" She took the last sip from her cup and put it on the thresh. Took a deep breath and walked to the doors, hoping to find Thor or someone that could give her any information regarding her brother. Inside was, of course, warm, and after running "so much", her body was also warm. Pandora took off her coat, folded in half and place it in her arm. Holding the cap in one hand and the picture of the Reis' siblings in the other, she walked to the information desk. But something was not right. Since she had opened the door, Pandora started to feel a pain in her chest. As she got closer to the desk, her feet seemed to be heavier and heavier. Her breath was terribly short, and the air was so dense, she could barely breathe. Pandora stopped walking and looked at her hands, they were shaking and sweating. Suddenly, she felt nauseated and the library started to spin. "No, no, no!! Not nooww!!" Pandora never felt so vulnerable in her life. It was like everyone there was a threat to her life, and her body was getting ready for the fight or flight defense mechanism. She didn't knew, but she was having an anxiety attack, just like the lost little boy crying a couple floors above her. She tried to concentrate, calm her breath, but it was impossible at the moment. The hand that was holding the cap clenched, while the other, holding the picture, was weak. Pandora walked weirdly to the nearest branch and sat on it, her hole body was shaking, and she had no idea what to do next. She tried to sit straight, closed her eyes and tried to meditate again, but no use. She couldn't concentrate. She was too scared for anything to calm her down. Pandora had some idea that it was because of her abilities, but she didn't knew at the time how to properly control it. And she would never had guessed that it was THAT that would give her the chance to learn it.