Jumping out of Mya's arms, 105 scrambled to look around her new home. "It's beautiful!" she exclaimed. Running across the treehouse roof, 105 tripped, then righted herself. Giggling at her clumsiness, 105 smiled a real smile, for perhaps the first time in her life. "I love it here. Thank you." She ran to Mya and gave her a big hug. She then turned, and began to take in the view.
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Cassandra quickly traveled to the orphanage, and began to watch the children running about. As she did, she mentally went over each one, noticing every small detail that could mess up her experiments. That girl over there is shorter than liked, but her perfect vision is hard to come by these days. That boy has the right body type, but he is too much of a bully. The small group of girls at the swing set aren't tough enough for this- they would crack under the pressure. Even if one of these children was perfect, Cassandra realized that getting them out would be too difficult. She would have to make do with the odd tourist she managed to kidnap. Desperate times called for desperate measures, after all.