*Kira had enrolled in the University easily enough, she was always a straight A student. Of course Bellisa was the one who encouraged her to enter into such an institution. All for the good...for the purpose...for the plan.

It was her second week now and she was fitting in quite well, she always did draw people in and have such a winning and charming personality.

It didn't take long for her to get involved in student councel and become a volunteer for the schools suicide helpline, a new program to help lower suicide rates during the school year.

It was always busy the first few weeks of school and of course during exams. Kira volunteered to work the night shifts, less people around to hear her calls. So far they weren't recording the calls for anonymity purposes but that may change in the future after the first law suit.

There of course were training classes on how to difuse situations, what tones to use, how to make yourself seem non-judgemental despite everything you were thinking.

Kira learned quickly as always when she was focused on a task. She knew how good this would be for Bellisa and the church...she also knew this was another notch on her tally against Devin. The two had a healthy competetion on who was Bellisa's favorite. Deep down they must know she didn't have favorites, they'd both been chosen for their skills.

Ah well, time to settle in for another night of waiting for suicidals.*

There is still hope... you know there are people who can understand, who will love you no matter what... they'd take you in. *Kira murmured into the phone softly, her voice as soothing as she can possibly make it. She knew this one was a keeper... the sad and lonely. The ones who wanted to fit in so badly somewhere. The angry ones could go either way and the ones so serious about suicide were hardly worth it. These ones however, the ones who were just slightly depressed and thought they had no one to turn to. Easy marks.* Why don't you let me tell you about this place I know of... they truly are wonderful and never judge you. The woman who runs it is so warm and you can trust her.

*A long hesitation then a meek little voice* Okay....

*Hook. Line. Sinker.*