Lorna struggled to unlock the door to the motel room she had rented. It wasn’t glamorous or practical, seeing as it was a few miles outside of New York City, but she could not stay with her sister because her ex fiancée lived there now. She dropped the baby off at her father’s after some mild begging on his side and now she was ready to take a shower and get some very well deserved rest. She groaned loudly in annoyance from the stubborn lock, which she assumed was broken, so she gave in and used her powers to crack it open. She tried not to use them for such simple things. Her dad seemed too dependent on his abilities and she would be damned if she would allow herself to obnoxiously float out of conversations. There was something wrong with her room, something other than the lock. Lorna sensed it the moment she set foot into the small but tidy place. There was no time to read the room, a second later her back was against the wall and someone had their hands around her throat. She did not recognize them and given her and her family's history, it could be anybody and their motive could be anything. She gasped for air and struggled to get out of their grip but just like the lock, she wouldn’t be able to get out of this one without her powers. She hadn’t fought in a long time, she was a mother and not a warrior, not anymore. However, before she could flicker her wrist and get any piece of metal to hit the man on his head, he was already collapsed on the floor. It didn’t take long to see the reason why, Remy was in front of her now. “What are you doing here?” she asked, panting “And thank you, I guess. Is he dead? I used my real name to get this room and I don’t wanna go to jail.” she added.