Kate was a woman who prided herself on remembering all the small details. Some would say that she had a photographic memory. She had been three when the news broke about a world wide stoppage of births. She could remember her mother crying over the cradle of her baby sister, lamenting that the large family she had once dreamed of would stop at two.
Living in a small town in Maine, Kate had grown up in relative peace. Her little sister, Liz, was the golden child, the one that everyone fawned over and it had caused Kate to strive that much harder to show that she herself was worthy of the same love and affection.
Her sister was the wild child, the one that met and bedded men left and right. The very thought was distasteful to Kate and she focused her attentions on a nice little relationship with a local farmer. He was handsome, treated her kind, and there was talk of marriage. Then he was killed in a freak accident which left her alone and, most surprising of all…pregnant.
The very thought was unheard of. There hadn’t been a pregnancy in nearly 16 years, at least one that was publicly acknowledged. What Kate had done was nothing short of a miracle. She kept the news to herself, hiding it from her family until the rumors began to spread around town. Little did she know that there were people beyond her neat little borders that would take an intense interest in her.
The group of men came one night when she was six months pregnant. Sitting in her mother’s living room, they had told her that they were there to take her to New York. There was a facility there that would care for her and the baby, one that would insure that mankind didn’t die out.
As her mother and sister cried, her father looking on in shocked silence, she agreed. The trip was long, tiring, brutal. Under the stress, Kate felt herself slowly sinking. By the time they reached New York City, the baby was gone. Her perfect little boy, the last reminder of her one great love, was stillborn. She named him Adam and had him placed in a sunny little spot in a graveyard outside of the city, a place she would visit often to dream about a future that was to never be.
In the aftermath, it became apparent that the staff of the clinic needed someone like her working for them. They needed a woman that could relate to these others out there that were hiding and scared. So, for the past three years, she’d been working to track these women, to bring them home safely, to maybe even save humanity.
It was 6am as she arrived at the hospital, a thick file under her arm as she placed her rain coat at her desk and moved towards the elevator. Hitting the button for the top floor, she thought briefly on the information that she had today. It seemed promising and she hoped the doctor would agree.
As the doors opened, she walked down the corridor, entering his office without knocking. She’d known Jet for three years, respected the man and his work, and admired his conviction. He was doing his best for a hopeless situation and she could see the desperation on his face as he stared out over the city.
“They think they’ve found one.” She said, placing the file on his desk. “In upstate New York. This one seems promising.”