Watching the scene play out before her, the bench-stealerâ€™s point of view seemed to be obscured. Instead of being there herself, it felt as if she was a simple spectator, someone who couldnâ€™t control the outcome. And yet, she didnâ€™t know whyâ€¦ After all, this situation hadnâ€™t appeared to be one of the life-changing kind at the start, it was just an average mistake. Yet the feeling coming from some unknown place nearby rested in the air, a poison slowly suffocating those within reach. Still, she tried not to let it get to her; What others called â€˜visionsâ€™ and the ability to see what was about to occur before it did, to Jessie were just dreams that had no possibility of coming true. So why pay attention to the inevitable, when if just gave a feeling of false hope. This girlâ€™s philosophy on hope was that it was still around, even in these darkest hours. Even the smallest thread had the chance to change this planet that she inhabited along with many others, but the other option it had was a grave one. Viewed in the wrong way, hope could completely destroy oneâ€™s hold on reality, forcing them to be lost inside of their fantasies without helping anything at all. When used for the benefit of the whole, however, this well-earned hope may be able to overturn the government, or at least get a rebellion going. There are restraints, which she knew, but they didnâ€™t make her give up on the cause. Her silly imagination, she believed, just wanted to support what she wanted to put in motion. Not wanting to get lost, she stayed out of those choppy waters that contained both mystery and the opportunity of hopeâ€¦ Or, what she thought of as falsities. There was some connection to that place here, she was sure. Though she knew it was necessary, she wasnâ€™t sure she actually wanted to find out. All of this went on in her mind before the saddened, thought out words exited the fellow in front of her. Sheâ€™d heard of this type, the ones that didnâ€™t know the truth about the devices that ruined everyoneâ€™s lives, molding them to be exactly like the others. And he seemed so innocent, a little boy who had no idea where his home was. This made Jessie ache even more. â€œDonâ€™t think that way.â€ Despite her emotions on the topic, the girl spoke in a light-hearted tone. Almost a motherly instinct possessed her, making her want to protect this young man. She wanted to push the point, and thus pointed to one of his colorfully decorated fantasies on paper. â€œYou want to be like one of these guys, right? I know you can if you try.â€ Ironically enough, she hadnâ€™t actually looked at the comic book before she placed her finger on the cover; Instead of suggesting the boy to be like a superhero, sheâ€™d gestured to a villain. Never noticing, she patted his shoulder and gave him another smile. After the words of encouragement had been spoken, she noticed the boy by the tree once again. He certainly didnâ€™t look like he was going to be leaving any time soonâ€¦ [i]Is that a book heâ€™s holding?[/i] Was asked mentally to herself, and a light intake of air entered her lungs. The gasp wasnâ€™t loud enough to cause any noticeable difference in the scene, but it still occurred. Either this man was a clever, undercover agent, or he was a rebellious citizen like herself. In her heart, she hoped and believed the latter, but from her experiences, she was forced to consider the former. Nevertheless, the smile on her face was broadened, her sense of safety going up just a bit.