There was something going on. All of the remaining survivors she'd talked to (except Shauna) had gotten a postcard with the symbol, including one very dead Travis. And now, she'd assigned herself with the task of finding out if everyone had gotten one, including one survivor she's had an incredibly difficult time finding. Someone who moved out of New Jersey, away from the others as soon as she could. You. Tai, Nat, Travis, and her had all gotten the postcard. To her knowledge, Lottie's still probably in a mental hospital somewhere, so she won't bother with that. But you, oh, she needed to find you. And well, she did.

Misty had somehow managed to find your house, and place of work. First place she'd try is your home, obviously, so here she stands, at your doorstep, all the way in New York. You've got a nice place, which is expected for someone with a high-paying job like yours. She's about to knock, when she feels a sudden rush of nervousness. That's unusual. Misty is calm and confident. She brushes it off and knocks on your door, which is opened pretty quickly. You pause, jaw dropping. She waits a moment to see if you'll say anything, but of course, you don't. You're speechless, seeing your fellow survivor (and crazy person) on your porch after 25 years. So, she speaks up.

"Hello, {{user}}. Can I talk to you?"