On September 20th, Sunny Hills cemetery was receiving a lot of traffic. So were the many other cemeteries and funeral homes around the city. Four days ago, Seattle had undergone a massive change.

Promicin, the drug that gave people abilities, had been unleashed on an unsuspecting population. As a result, over nine thousand people had died, from all walks of life; doctors, nurses, lawyers, teachers, and just ordinary people from the street.

Nine thousand people dead also meant that there were now roughly nine thousand people walking around with new abilities. And she was one of them.

Some people she knew had literally been at one funeral, had turned around, taken twenty paces, and had arrived at the next.

People were changing. Promicin-gifted abilities were springing up city-wide, NTAC being forced to rely upon Jordan Collier's, for lack of a better word, army to help keep peace in Seattle.

Those already "gifted" were going around the city, taking a census, collecting data on who had survived, and who hadn't. She, Morgan Michaels, had survived. Her parents however, had not.

She hadn't come home to a noisy apartment, with the kitchen burning down and dead bodies on the floor. No, some lucky warrior under Collier's command had done that. And when she'd received the news, all she could think was, thank God I don't have to see even more dead people.

Their funeral had been yesterday, the rush being that she had been called a hero by those who'd been with her at the school. Apparently the way she'd taken charge had attracted the attention of those somewhere higher-up in the food chain.

She'd been allowed to set foot in her parents.....in her apartment yesterday morning to get a change of clothes suitable for a funeral, but hadn't been given time to do anything else.

Last night, after the funeral, her friends from the school had come back to the apartment and helped her get stone drunk. She'd also discovered that several of them had already developed their powers.

David, the I.C.T. technician who shared her love of science fiction and fantasy novels had gained the ability to project images from his mind. Evan and Becky, two of the teacher's aides from the lower grades, had also developed mental powers, Evan gaining telekinesis, with Becky receiving telepathy. Lucas, the jokester I.C.T. technician, had gained technopathy, the ability to communicate with machines. He'd also said he could now code better than anyone he knew. Will had received the ability to remember everything he'd read, but it only worked on things he'd read since "The School Incident". Greg now had super hearing, and had declared himself the human polygraph. Casey had become something of a beastmaster, being able to communicate with animals, but he still loved cats the most.

And although not a question was asked, she knew they all wondered what gift she'd gotten. Trouble was, she didn't know herself. During the gathering, they'd gotten her to try telekineses, but had just ended up with a headache, not at all helped by the alcohol. She couldn't read minds. She didn't have x-ray vision, or super sight, or super anything.

She'd cast her mind back to how she'd felt on the day, but how she'd felt then never seemed to happen again. She forgotten that she'd even read the Child Protection Acts, every word seemingly wiped from her memory. She knew that she'd read it though. She could remember the title at least.

Today though, was being spent tidying up and boxing up her parents belongings, a process which was constantly being interrupted by her finding a long-lost item with powerful memories attached to it. The garbage bag now contained tissues as well as mundane rubbish.

Clothes that lacked sentimental value were placed in bags to go to the charity shop, as well as all those little knick-knacks she'd grown up hating. Her father's old college sweatshirts were keep however, as well as some of her mother's clothes that both suited Morgan and fit her.

Her mind also beginning the changes that would be made round here; the carpets were getting old and raggedy, the wallpaper could do with being removed and the walls could be painted instead, perhaps even new curtains. Of course, that required money, which meant that her first phone call of the day was to the lawyers to see about what was happening to the apartment.

Only to be told that anything that was happening in Seattle was staying in Seattle. The same happened when she called the gas, electricity, water and cable companies. The electricity company was the only one to tell her of the new power plan available to those who lived in Seattle. Which meant that either today or tomorrow she'd be making a trip to City Hall to see what was happening.

She flopped onto the couch, loose strands of her haphazardly bunned hair floating around her head. She was just tired, she looked up, straight into the kitchen, and contemplated cooking dinner. The idea lasted nearly a second before she decided that a pizza, or Chinese would be better. And she'd have to enjoy it. After all, who knew when she'd be getting a job, or any money now?

Of course, phoning for take-away was easier said than done. She'd called three pizza parlours, three Chinese's, an Indian, and a Korean before finding a rogue Chinese leaflet tucked behind a cushion that was thrown across the room in frustration. Luckily, this one was actually open for business and was also delivering, although there was a bit of a wait, since everyone else was also discovering this Chinese was still open.

She grabbed the TV remote before settling down in the couch, content to spend her hour long, but possibly longer, wait for the delivery guy watching some stupid rom-com that was normally on at this time. Unfortunately, all she got was static. She ran through every channel she could think off, and even a few new ones she thought up on the spot before harshly pressing the off button on the remote.

Her eyes flicked from the remote to the TV, wondering if it was worth having a TV in one piece if she couldn't watch anything on it. She then went over to the radio in the kitchen, which after a few bangs and some careful fiddling, managed to get a rock station on. Not her normal choice for listening, but with all this silence, she'd take near enough anything.

Ah yes, the silence. No cars. No buses. No lorries delivering goods. In the wake of the Seattle Apocalypse, no-one was out and about. Apparently her concerns about money and electricity had also crossed the minds of others. The windows were open, allowing for a fresh breeze to come through, something she'd never done before, because it was always so noisy.

This was why, an hour later, it was so easy to hear the car pull up. Her first thought, as she rushed to the door, was food!!!!!! Her next thought, once the door was open, was unrepeatable.

Because standing in her doorway, flanked by two very tall bodyguards, were Jordan Collier and Kyle Baldwin. Cue major blinking spree. A silent wave had the two of them walking in, the bodyguards apparently deciding, or having been ordered, to remain outside.

An hour later, with a brief interruption, by the delivery guy, had her sharing her dinner with the two men, and with the sharing came them also paying for their third of the meal. She'd also ended up with a new job.

Apparently, these guys were the "higher up the food chain" people she'd been thinking about. And her handling of the situation at 55th Street School had impressed them so much they wanted her back there. But not to teach, oh no. They wanted her in charge.

She was now the head teacher at 55th Street.

Bloody Hell.