**"You know what you all must do?"** The white robed man asked, his face hidden in shadow. The group nodded in unison, solemn faces all around. A small group of W Agents were preparing to go on a mission. A simple mission, a child's wish. _Please, I just want my daddy to come home!_ 9 year old Penelope wished, her eyes closed as she leaned against her window, wishing to the stars. The Seers had watched everything and written it down. They in turn, gave the mission to the Bookers, those that put the missions up on the board. Several Agents had signed up for this particular wish, understanding that it might be difficult the number of required Agents was 2, more were welcome to join, but two was the minimum. So far, two agents had signs, Amenia and Lucy. They had their assigned skins and were both ready to go. They had worked together before, but very briefly. Lucy turned to Amenia and smiled. **"Think we're ready to go."** She spoke, turning back to the Greeter. The Greeter not only greeted new Agents, but also made sure leaving agents were ready for their mission and were responsible for sending the Agents to their skins. The Greeter nodded and suddenly Lucy and Amenia were covered in a white fog, as warmth traveled up their body. Slowly, they sank into the ground as began to fall. They fell for what felt like hours and suddenly felt themselves smack into their respective skins. Susan jerked awake from her desk. A small creature design was scribbled onto the paper before her. Looking at the time on the clock, she blinked. _Susan is late for work..._ Lucy mused. Susan shook her head slightly before she stood and got ready to get on the plane. The child was in northern Georgia, a place called Dahlonega. It was a small town, a few local stores, some chain restaurants and a walmart, the rest consisted of farms and attractions. An hour later, Susan was on a plane headed for Atlanta, Ga. A car was already ordered and she would meet Amenia, or... _Crap! What was her skin's name?_ she thought, panic going through her as she sat on the plane. As it took off, she was staring out the window, trying desperately to remember Amenia's name... --- Back in the Underworld, a Shadow stalked the girls. Shadows were the eyes and ears of the Anti-Agency. Quickly, it melted into the ground and slithered it's way back to their headquarters where he gave news to the Kings. They, in turn, called Anti-Agent, Crow. **"Come, Lanister!"** One of the Kings called, his voice booming over the area they controlled.

Amenia felt herself being sucked back into the living, a warm sensation crawled up her body and then she was in the void, falling and falling, her stomach in her mouth. And then she was Rachel, jerking awake. Paper was stuck to Rachel’s cheek and she pulled it off, a stinging feeling aching in her cheek since it was plastered to her skin with her sweat. Amenia commanded Rachel’s jade eyes to look in front of her where a professor was drawling lazily, the slide behind him flicking to a picture of Egypt. Rachel’s body squirmed as Amenia’s homesickness got the best of her. Amenia brought up a hand and pinched the skin under her elbow, snapping herself out of a reverie of gold and Pharaohs and sand. She glanced down at her watch and knew that she had to leave now if she wanted to get anywhere. She stood up and started walking down the aisle when the professor cleared his throat and said condescendingly, “Rachel, is there a problem?” Amenia halted and looked up at the ceiling, begging the Gods for a good lie. As if it worked, she replied easily over her shoulder, “I’m not feeling too good.” Without waiting for a reply, Amenia left the room. Now, the question was if she should drive Rachel’s crappy car for seven hours or spend two hundred dollars on a plane ticket. Amenia left the building and sought for Rachel’s car, but instead she only found other such crappy cars with obnoxious colors and annoying decals. Then her eyes glossed over an infuriatingly familiar orange bike at the bike rack. _Curse my luck._ Two hours later and many horrible, _horrible_ adventures, Amenia landed in Atlanta, Georgia. Opening Rachel’s phone, Amenia searched for Susan’s contact and couldn’t find it…because Rachel deleted it _again_. Sighing through her nose, Amenia decided that she would wait around the airport for a little bit.