Packed to the rafters
Alyssa had a problem. Liberty Haven, the six bedroom house she'd been granted to accomodate kids who didn't have anywhere else to go, was already packed beyond capacity, with forty-two children already occupying the house. That day, eleven more children had arrived, seeking haven as the chill of winter approached. She simply didn't have room for them, but she couldn't turn them away, wouldn't.
There was only one thing for it - she was going to require additional housing for the kids until she could find families to place them with. She'd filled out a temporary housing request, only to be told it wouldn't be possible to grant it. She was hurrying toward the Mayor's office, hoping to catch him before the end of the day, when she ran straight into another woman. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" She crouched to help pick up the woman's things, her psychometry kicking in as her fingers closed around the barrel of a pen. She sucked in a breath as she caught glimpse of the paper pusher's work, "Spencer White, isn't it? I don't know if you remember me, I'm Alyssa Johansson, the Childrens Services officer. Actually, I'm glad I ran into you, because think you might be exactly the person I need to talk to."