Kanaya meandered through the community park in the early hours of a spring morning. A chilly breeze danced along the blades of grass in the green patches on either side of the concrete walkway. Crossing her arms against the cold, she glanced up to look at the numerous stars twinkling overhead. <em>Someday,</em> she thought to herself, <em> Someday I'll leave this godforsaken city.</em> It was only those late hours where she could be alone, far away from the thoughts of others and completely enveloped in those of her own, that she was happy. Just as she was approaching the usual spot in which she would lay down and stargaze, she heard a strange noise. Though the noise may have only been slightly annoying, it caused Kanaya's head to ache. As it grew louder, it felt as if her brain was being stabbed by thousands of pins and needles. The world around her seemed to spin as she clutched her head, making sure it was straight. Closing her eyes against the pain, she fought to keep her balance until the noise died off and the headache disappeared. Slowly, she opened her eyes again to see a blue object, much like a telephone booth, with the words "Police Public Call Box" in black letters across the top panel of white. Not too sure of what to make of her situation, Kanaya just stood and stared at it, slowly letting her hands drop to her sides.
