"Get up, Jakin, those warehouses won't build themselves!" Morning. Mina huddles on her bed, staring at the coin in her hand. "Come on Mina, you'll be late for school!" She walks to school in a daze and endures the day's lessons, barely hearing the teacher talking about how their future posts will be assigned. Finally it's time to go to the library, time to tell the librarian what happened. Mina pushes the door open. "Miss Ver Susa?"