A low hum was all that kept Katelyn Penny in the waking world, a low continuous hum, the kind you would hear from a vehicle's engine. There was no recollection of getting into the car however, or where she was being taken. Her head was against someone's shoulder, must be her Brother's, she reasoned. She must have just fallen asleep in her parents' truck, the memories would come back to her eventually. Her eyes slowly opened, and the memories did come back to her, but not as she expected. She was inside some kind of swat truck. About five other people in there with her, including the person her head was resting against. At any other time she would have jumped up in her seat and screamed, but now, tiredness clutched her and she sluggishly readjusted herself into an upright sitting position, her body threatening to bring her completely back into sleep. She had been drugged, she remembered now, and the memories brought tears to her eyes. A quick look around made her realize that all of the other captives were in a similar state as her, eyes glazed over, and a dumb expression on their faces, she probably looked just like them. Every movement took a great effort to not just go unconscious, but she managed to turn her head to the left, leaning slightly to the side until she was able to see the driver and the windshield he stared out of. Two guards were there, their weapons out of sight, and they were staring forward out of the windshield as well. A looming building was sitting there, from where Kate sat it just looked like a prison, a colossal prison. It was, in all honesty, but from prior knowledge the girl knew that it was a very nice prison, dorms bigger then her own house (and with more expensive decor, and the added "benefit" of a dorm partner), A cafeteria that would have served as a five star restaurant if it was in the outside world, and the infamous training areas in the facilities large yards. All of it was shown in advertisements (barring the training areas). The entire point was that the inmates were not to be treated as criminals, and the advertisements served to further convince parents to hand their children over. It could all have been lies though, but Katelyn begged whatever god still cared about her for that not to be so. Of course she would find out soon. The institute was drawing closer, likely an hour before she got there. And all of the thinking weakened her. The drugs were made to stop such active thinking, and the thinker's powers. She fell back in her chair, in the same position as she was leaning over, so the person's shoulder was in her vision. Acknowledging this was the last thing she did before her vision darkened and she went back into her dreamless slumber.