She had not found her father. She had not found her brother. Consequently, she had not found much of anything aside from reason for concern.
There seemed to be an air of social unrest. While no one seemed particularly against the regime (at least that she had spoken with), they certainly had issues with the more recent shift in rulers and had plenty of opinions to offer. She'd tried to put her feelers out for resistance groups but to no avail. She had returned home to Alan's that evening, glad she hadn't left him a goodbye note since she now felt stumped and had no idea where to proceed from here. She needed to figure out the mutants first, then, and worry about internal conflicts and such second. She'd hoped that Julian and Delilah would focus on them despite the differences in their points of view, but it seemed Delilah had something to do with the government, and who knew what her brother had been up to. So long as it was something and not self-pitying, she supposed it didn't matter.
Alan was off at work when she woke up. At least, Lydia assumed that was the case. She'd moved through the motions of getting ready before deciding she would go into London and enjoy a danish and a coffee. She doubted it would accomplish much more than filling her stomach and giving her energy, but Lydia needed a game plan. If Julian and Delilah weren't doing anything to stop the mutants so far as she could tell, then that would be her task now.
Once she was satisfied enough with her appearance, Lydia apparated to the alley behind the cafe she'd come to favor over the past bit of time she'd been here. As she began to walk toward the alley exit to enter the small cafe, however, she was stopped by....