PROJECT: NYNE

INTERVIEW NO. 1, TOP SECRET FILE [Edited]

<INTERVIEW NO. 1, TOP SECRET PROJECT: SUPERHUMANS>

<CLIENT not cooperating, 00:00:23 minutes>

CLIENT: Why am I here? Where did you take me?

X: What is your name?

CLIENT: My name? Don't you know that already? My name is Xena.

X: Tell me about the time when you discovered you were a superhuman.

CLIENT: Why? I don't need to tell you anything.

X: Do not deny my questions. You have no choice.

CLIENT: All of you people are crazy! Why do you need to know about my personal life? It's none of your business.

X: Ms. Wolfe?

<screaming, crashing, 00:00:37 minutes>

X: Now, Ms. Wolfe, tell me how you discovered you had powers.

CLIENT: Alright, alright! Ow... uh... when I was about seven, the transformation, if you will, happened at school, unfortunately. I was in second grade, working on something for my mom. I was coloring a cute little heart in pink crayon, when it broke. I became completely frustrated, because I knew the crayon sharpener was being used by another student. I thought it was impossible for me to finish that card without the same exact crayon that I was holding. And suddenly, the temperature dropped.

CLIENT: That made me even more frustrated, so I looked up, only to find everything in the classroom, every little detail, covered in a sheet of ice. I was horrified. I walked over to one of the students, and they blinked under the ice, which made me a bit disturbed. Her eyes were moving around, and it seemed she was just as scared as I was. I remember promptly taking the crayon sharpener from her hand and sharpening my crayon.

CLIENT: I never did figure out how to solve that problem. Being a little kid and not knowing what to do, I just hung around in the classroom until the bell rang. Fortunately, it was the last day of school for the summer, so I hoped they would just forget by the time we all had to go back for third grade.

X: I see. Is there anything else you would like to add?

CLIENT: No. There's nothing else you think need to know.