Rachel woke from her sleep and looked about her future-selves room. She wondered why she wasn't sharing one with Jason, but realized it probably had to do with not wanting any intimacy when they could be needed at any moment. She rubbed her eyes and looked back in the closet. Inside, she found an old duster along with the armor. It appeared to be the same one from 7-or, more accurately, 27 years ago. She took it out, dusted it off, and tried it on. By now, it fit her quite nicely. She walked down to the lobby and noticed broken glass, along with a very angry secretary walking down the hall. Someone must have pissed her off bad.. She thought, heading for the desk. She looked at Oliver for a second. "Mind if I check the computer to see if there's anything I should know about?" She asked, heading for the computer. She didn't care what the answer was, and instead sat down at the computer and immediately checked to see what her name yielded on a simple search.
"Okay... one child, expected, but nothing else about them... current age, 49, nice to know I'm not fifty yet... god, despite all that I've been through, life gets boring after a while." She backed out of the program and went back upstairs, hoping that Jason would look for her, if he came.
"Okay... one child, expected, but nothing else about them... current age, 49, nice to know I'm not fifty yet... god, despite all that I've been through, life gets boring after a while." She backed out of the program and went back upstairs, hoping that Jason would look for her, if he came.