They didn't know what they saw, but neither of them liked it, nor did they like the angry look on the guard's face when he caught them. They both decided to flee the country, and they both decided to meet at the train station down the block...but we are not that far yet. Not yet. Mya wandered farther down the hall, her long white hair pulled back. She looked at each of the doors curiously, her deep blue eyes searching for anything to occupy her time. She crossed her arms over the black visitors uniform she was wearing, the green bracelet on her wrist telling of her father's position in the lab. She didn't see many people around here, and wondered why it was so much more empty than the rest of the lab. She stopped at a reflective door, looking at herself a moment. She was 5'8'', 23 years old, with stark white hair and midnight blue eyes. Quite an unusual mix of genetics. She shrugged and continued down the hall, looking for a friendly face.