Red Rock School and Archives, Nevada September 23 1954 11:17 pm

The window slid up silently on liberally soaped tracks as Tourmaline lifted it up. She paused to listen for any sign that she had been caught before propping up the frame with a piece of scrap wood. With no one the wiser to her antics, the young girl swiftly swung out from the window and dropped to the ground outside of her foster family's house.

Nuts to this. If they weren't going to do something about getting Jimmy back, she WOULD. Tourmaline skulked from the shadows of the house towards the shed where her bike was stowed away. Slowly she opened the door...and frowned when it did not open into interior she expected. "Que?"