Cassidy suddenly felt the air knocked out of her as she was thrown to the ground. There was an agitating hum buzzing in her ears. At first she thought it was from the impact of hitting the ground, but quickly came to realize it was external. Everything was a blur as she struggled to no avail. Then suddenly it was gone. she lifted her head to find a man reaching out to help her up. She grabbed his arm and he easily raised her to her feet. She looked him over. He seemed far too clean for this place. Unlike his dangerous looking friend. But the one that really struck her, was the girl in the purple dress. Something about her made Cassidy feel a certain kinship to her. It could have been the emotion in her eyes, or it could have just been the fact that she was wearing Cassidy's favorite color, purple. She too looked far too clean. It suddenly registered in Cassidy's mind that her name had been asked. She was wary as she spoke, "As thankful as I am for your rescue, I hope you'll forgive me if I decide to keep my identity sec-" She stopped as the girl caught her eye. That feeling of kinship returned. Something told her she should trust these people, they had saved her life after all. For the moment, she would not hold back. "Actually, no." She said, still wary, "My name is Cassidy Willows. Who are you?" Her mind was starting to work again. And she realized that one of these people must have some power, like hers. Maybe all of them did. She decided that, whether she trusted them or not, it was best to try to stay on their good side. then it occurred to her how quickly they had found her, almost as quickly as the police. Had they hijacked the trackers' signal? Were they from the school? Had they been tracking her separately? For all Cassidy knew, they might have been following her for months, waiting for an opportunity to earn her trust. the thought caused her throat to swell as she tried to hold back a gulp, panic beginning to enter her mind. Her body urging her to run or to kill. But she maintained her outward self-control. The fear did not even reach her eyes. She blinked and time seemed to slow. She used that time to concentrate and slow her heart rate and breathing, forcing her body to calm. By the time her eyes reopened, she was as calm inwardly as she was out.