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A young woman sits on the steps of the Post Office on the corner of North Capitol street and Massachusetts Avenue in Washington, DC. She appears to be alone. She stares into nothingness and smiles to herself. She begins to rock slowly back and forth mumbling to herself. People walk by her without noticing her. She stops rocking.

"He's coming.", she thinks to herself. "And I'll be ready." She goes back to her rocking. The world doesn't seen to notice her. Even the wind blowing in the early fall chill doesn't disturb the disheveled hair of her head.

Nina?, a voice speaks in her mind. She turns and smiles as a familiar face walks up behind her. I knew you'd come. , she thinks back.