It's a nowhere type café in a nowhere type of place, and Trish is looking desperately out of place with her designer clothes and naked confusion.

An anonymous tip had told her that she would find answers here, in this little town that seems to not be much more than a street, and she has no idea how to even start looking.

She has no trouble believing that IGH, the organisation that may or may not be responsible for Jessica's extraordinary abilities, have tentacles all over, but what could they be doing here?

She'd had such a good gut feeling about that tip! Maybe she needs to get her guts checked...