"I can do this. I will do this. I need to do this."
Volta walks up to the gates, her knuckles white from gripping the handle of her bag so tightly. She had been repeating her current mantra for the entire car trip here, and she still had not turned around, which was a good sign. Pulling out the printed email, she heads up to the gate and presses the buzzer.
"Hello, how may I help you today?"
"I am here for an appointment. I applied and received an email stating to arrive here at this time."
Volta was surprised at her steady voice, but looking down, she could see her slightly trembling hands. All was not over yet.
"Name, please?"
"Volta Orario."
"Ah, yes. Volta Orario, age 17, time manipulation, correct?"
"Yes."
"Very well. Please enter, and head to the location specified on the map we sent to you."
The gates slowly open, and Volta takes one long, deep breath, before walking in, her stride becoming more and more powerful.
"I can do this. I will do this. I need to do this."