After a few weeks at the Institution Lisette was starting to get used to the place. She didn't get lost anymore, she'd met a few people and was starting to get used to the classes and flow of everything. The only thing that she didn't think any amount of time was going to change was that she still missed her family and her brother. No one seemed to really know how long it usually took to get through all four stages or even what happened afterwards. Lisette could hardly imagine that they would do anything but bring the students who passed stage four back home, but it was still frightening that no one seemed to have any confirmation about what exactly happened. The people who did get out seemed to just disappear and no one could say that they'd seen them again. It frightened Lisette that there was no sure outcome of this whole thing and part of her wanted to know before she got out. She always tried to shake these thoughts away, telling herself that it was just because she was scared and homesick, but she could never quite get rid of the nagging in the back of her head every time it came up.

Lisette had just gotten out of class and was on her way to the cafeteria for lunch. At least that was a plus to the whole thing, she thought wryly, the food was good. After standing in line and getting her lunch, Lisette took her tray over to an empty table. She'd looked around for someone she knew, but it was too crowded and she was too shy to sit down with anyone she hadn't made friends with yet, so she opted to sit alone, seating herself at one of the tables near a window so she could look out if she got bored.

Lisette pushed her loose hair behind her ear and picked up her fork. She speared a potato, but before she could even bring it to her mouth someone else's memory and feelings forced themselves into her mind. She was still in the cafeteria, only now in the middle of a large group. Someone she didn't know sat across from her, laughing. Everyone at the table was talking excitedly. Back in reality Lisette's fork fell from her hand, hitting the table with a clink before falling to the ground and leaving squashed potato all over the floor. "Pas possible." She muttered, leaning down and picking up her fallen fork with two fingers and tossing it back onto the table. Sometimes her power drove her nuts. All she wanted to do was eat lunch and she ended up with a fork with a strong enough memory to distract her. She didn't want to get back up and find another, memoryless silverware, so she contented herself with continuing her meal with just a spoon and knife, at least those things wouldn't invade her mind with other people's experiences.