[ A bookstore... huh.

It's been ages since Jesse has been in one--and it's something she just realizes. Now she's regretting wearing her business suit. Not that she really likes being in a business suit. It's just--you know--expected when you're the head of a federal agency. Even if that federal agency really isn't connected to the federal government anymore. The FBC has been more or less autonomous for ages now. Formalities.

Those were never really Jesse's strong suit. Hell, she prefers them to refer to her as "Jesse" or "Faden", not "The Director." Yeah. Formalities really aren't her forte.

She walks through the bookstore, eyes taking in the sights. How she's ended up here isn't really a question she's asking. It's more where she is? And... why can't she really feel that connection to her friend? Polaris. The one that's been there her whole life. Where did she go?

'Polaris? Are you there?' She thinks, fingers running across the edges of the bookcases as she walks past them. ]

He is coming?

[ 'Well, that's ominous. And vague. I really hate when things get vague.'

Jesse looks up from the message at the bulletin board and gazes around the room. Still dressed in that suit--she's at least figured out the name of the dimension she is in. There's that to start. The Oldest House must have opened a Threshold (or, vice versa) and she somehow slipped through. That's not really confusing for her. What's confusing is if it's a Threshold that'll end... or if it's something more than that. Technical terms, really, but the town seems to be abandoned.

'That's... not normal. I've BEEN in an abandoned town like this before. Well, not exactly like this, and the kids were still there... but you know all about that, Polaris.' Jesse sighs out loud as she tries to communicate with her life long friend. The entity that she shares a psychic bond to. ]

I wonder if everything here operates on being vague to be annoying.