Who: Nuclear Power and Psyche What: Top-secret mission When: Wednesday at 3:30 Where: The Department of Water and Power
Psyche waited.
She sat perfectly still, not a single part of her moving, save for her eyes. Her eyes scanned the unfamiliar setting before her, duly noticing everyone who came within her view. She tried to imagine where they were headed, and to what purpose. She could easily imagine what she must have looked like: a dark-haired, dark-eyed young woman who might have been a statue, so little did she move, and who held very firmly in her left hand the hand of a small child. (Who, by the by, held in her other tiny hand a navy blue schoolbag, stuffed with enough clothes to last her through the weekend.) They might have given the ironically comical impression of two girls running away from home, only one didn’t come to the Department of Water and Power in such cases.
It bothered her somewhat that she didn’t know who she was scanning the people before her for; that even if Enola showed up right this moment, Psyche wouldn’t recognize her. She knew she herself was easily recognizable, though, and the thought gave her a small degree of comfort.
She resisted the urge to check her cell phone yet again (possibly the twelfth time within the hour) to see if Enola had called, if Athena had called, if perhaps she might not have good reception in this precise spot. She reminded herself that it was good if neither of them called, for it meant all was proceeding as planned.
In her heart, Psyche knew everything would be fine. She knew that everything that occurred, no matter how harmful it might seem, had a purpose.
One had only to wait, and eventually it would be revealed.