nearly a week has passed and the hearts, now calling themselves, or rather, there outer forms, abigail, boston, and cassandra or cassy for short, have begun looking for a means to intigrate with the outside world. at first, the ruins they were in seemed impossible to navigate, every biulding and street, littered with the bones of the dead, and since the hearts had no sense of smell, they could not be disgusted at the leftover stench that permiated the air around them. they set about in three different directions, each with an intended purpose and course of action.

abigail, had set off for what she discovered was the library. seeing as how the hearts could tranfer information between each other, she would read all the books she needed to with little to no effort at all. the form she took, or rather  the persons body she hijacked by driving her former self, the mechanical heart, into the chest cavity and intigrating it with the biological counterpart. the body was that of a young black teenager, with myriad taste in fashion the heart presumed as it searched the streets for the information center. "hmm. this library, should be at the center of the city. and since the center of the city is..." she looked up to see a tall thin biulding floating what seemed like mid air. "up there. i will return my host. be patient, as i will not be long." the womans heart pulled itself out of her rib cage, now lined with gold, platinum and bronze wiring, the heart could jumpstart the body at will, brain activity or none.

as it floated to the librarys flight deck, the other two hearts continued on there individual goals as well. boston, as the person had been called, was now an unwilling host to the second of three hearts. unlike abigail, boston was alive when his "change" happened. his brain was now occupied by two personalities. one of a brilliant statigist, the other an unfeeling biological clock. boston was a albino that couldnt be harmed by direct or indirect sunlight, although he had the characteristics of a indian man in his late thirties. "well, what is your purpose? for what reason have you taken over my body? what may i call you as well? because i do not plan on talking to myself while we are out in the public eye." 

bostons body went rigid as if struck by lightning and instantly relaxed more so then boston would normally do. "you may designate whatever name you wish host. my primary directive as you may well know by now is to seek out protection. this human body of yours is unable to perform the nessicary actions i will be needed to do. my purpose? i dont have one. you may give me one if that is your wish boston." the body went rigid a second time and boston was back in control.  "if you are searching for protection, then you took the right body, my friend. i do have one request though, please do not take over my body, as i notice everytime you do so, it delays my actions, and in consiquence, reduces your permance levels." "agreed. there for i will only take over your voice when i must communicate with the other two. my name, you did not designate one." boston thought on this for a while before coming up with a suitable one. "you will be known from now on as comet." "i now hate you boston."

as boston/comet and abigail went on there seperate ways, cassandra, whom the heart found already deceased and in a grave for quite some time, was clawing out of her grave, the skin rotting and tight, the muscles three times as strong as they were when the body was living, her eyes pure white with a hint of grey and her heart long since decayed so that her new heart and mind was already the hearts own. lightning had struck this model, and the the now defective personality was a combination of psychotic and passive in different moments. cassandra had nothing to fear, already being dead presented the heart with control problems. "i must find nutrition to recover some of the lost health in the body or soon it shall fall apart from decay. then, i will kill everyone....no... not kill, find transportation. then kill."