SCENE: Good Morning, Big Apple!
After some time she remembered she should wear her coat. At least she had somewhere to be and something to do. Though, a part of her wondered if others would be there. Would anyone believe in dragons. There were strange things in this world. Rumors. She thought of a few, the Devil around, the strange happenings with that Richards group, the spider menace. She believed only a bit of what she read, but she certainly believed in the other. And maybe, just maybe, his was a world with dragons and other creatures of legend...or at least someone that can turn into a dragon. All she got was eternal resurrection.
Soon she was on a train, though, headed to a stop. One, two, three, a subtle push with her shoulders when a man got a bit too handsy, he would be bruised but she didn't break anything. She was getting better about dealing with her strength, at least she she was in control of herself. Those moments she wasn't, well, they were horrible. They haunted her almost as much as the nightly visions. Her rage, her desire for destruction. In an instant she wasn't even remotely human.
Shaking off the thought as she came to her stop. Throngs of people pushing through even at this hour, it was as though not even the late morning provided a respite in rapid pulse of this city. One with so much death. A turn, another turn, a third turn and she saw the street. Then the numbers were getting smaller and soon she was there.