Eva woke up with a start as a ray of sunlight struck her body. 

Within a moment, she had rolled off the couch, onto the floor. The light was no real threat to her, of course; the crack between the curtains didn't let in even close to enough to disable her abilities. Nonetheless, she [i]hated[/i] it. Better to avoid the light as much as she could!

She sat up on the floor, yawning, her stomach whining in protest of her neglect. Eva pushed herself to her feet, adjusting the curtain so that it purged the light from the room. Better have something to eat. She couldn't afford to stay in this house much longer - someone would stop by to check for sure. It would be prudent to leave tonight. She would wait until the sun had set, then use some of the money she had stolen to stay in a hotel for a few days. 

Eva rummaged through one of the cabinets in the kitchen, looking for something to eat. The old lady didn't seem to have a whole lot of food left. She must have died before she could do the grocery shopping. As a result, Eva's only choice for breakfast was Frosted Flakes. She was so [i]sick[/i] of Frosted Flakes!

[i]The hotel will have something better[/i], she assured herself as she poured a bowl of the cereal and a glass of water, then returned to the couch. As she sat, she flicked the TV back on. The news was still covering last night's massacre, naturally. Eva scowled between bites. The reporter claimed some of the Gifted who had attended the gathering had escaped. That meant there was bound to be someone looking for them. Anyone making suspicious movements was likely to be noticed, and normally, just about everything Eva did was suspicious. It wouldn't be safe for her to be traveling by foot all alone after dark. And that meant one thing.

A miserable day in the sun.