Chances "What if you were given one chance to correct something you did wrong? To save a life? To save hundreds of lives? Cure diseases? Prevent wars? I guess you could say that's me. My name is Rory Mills, and I have the power to go back in time. I don't know where I got the power or why it was me, but I have it. I've searched for a long time, but still don't have any ideas. I've been hoping to find someone like me, someone with powers, but if there are others, they're doing a damn good job hiding it. So this is my last call, like a final hoorah. So listen up, I know this is hard to believe, and all of you are probably laughing at this crazy girl on the internet, but if you're like me, there's a building in Mid-Town Chicago, the address is 33151 West Pandora Road. Come as you want, because maybe together, we can find as answer." The video cut out there. People had been saying they wanted this as a TV show, or an animation, but it was real. Rory Mills was lost and searching for answers. Her power was out of control, and she needed help. She was hoping that at least some people with powers saw the video and were on their way to the Warehouse. She sighed, sitting down on the couch. The Warehouse itself looked like it was falling apart on the outside, but on the inside it had been completely re-done. The bottom had a kitchen, dinging room, living room, and full gym. The second floor held all ten of the Master Suite sized bedrooms and bathrooms. On the third floor there was a large open concept room filled with filing boxes, computers, tv's, everything Rory needs to do research. The fourth floor is a full sized sparing room. It didn't fit in the gym, so Rory used the extra floor to build one. Rory lived here alone since she turned eighteen, which was really lonely, considering how big the place was. It was a gift to her on her 13th birthday. Her parents bought the building so that Rory always had a project to work on. If Rory didn't have anything to do, she would get ansty and figgety. So she came to the Warehouse. The total renovations took five years to finish. The video that she created last week had gone viral, but most of the people took it as a story pitch. Rory hoped from the bottom of her heart that at least someone believed her. She flicked on the TV and lay on the couch. She had been awake for the last fourteen hours doing research on powers or any other stories like hers, but just like her last attempts there was nothing. Her red hair sprawled out on the pillow and her eyes watched the tv lazily, not really paying attention as to what was on.