"In what way? The spherical disappearance?"

"Yes. There have been devises that accomplish that kind of vanishing effect on a smaller scale, but the kind of power that would have been required for something like Detroit is really beyond the pale."

"...Wow."

"Indeed. Is there anything else?"

"I think we're alright. Thank you."

"Then I wish you all the best at Whateley. And I'll keep you updated on our progress in the search for backers, of course."

Nodnod. 

They head for Poe. 

There's campus maps in a convenient bin by the door of the office. Poe is easy to locate, and if they swipe their ID cards they can go in and find their room.

It's big, for a dorm room. Two lofted beds, a desk under each, a sink in the corner.

The two of them consider the situation and crawl into one of the beds together, shielded by a barrier of magnetically-shaped metal. 

Zzzzzzz. 

Some hours later, there's a knock at the door.

After some tense aaaaaah-are-we-under-attack-no-wait, Emily gets up and opens the door. 

She doesn't look great, not having had consistent access to soap or hairbrushes or spare clothes for a while. 

"Hi! I'm Professor Harry Dresden. Um, I've been briefed on your situation - welcome to Whateley, first of all, and also welcome to this dimension, I know that can be kind of disorienting. Do you want the tour now, or do you need some time to get ready first?"

"I don't really have any more ready to get. I mean I assume we can get clothes and a hairbrush and stuff at some point but stuff is kinda hard to hold onto when you have to flee murder robots at a moment's notice."

(Edie, who cannot fly, has now finished climbing down from the bed. She joins her sister.)

"Makes sense. You'll definitely be able to get clothes and toiletries - we can make our first stop after Poe at the Campus Store and get you stocked up. Unless you're hungry, are you hungry? A lot of our kind of mutants are pretty much always hungry, I don't know if that holds true for yours too."

"We're not more always hungry than a human with our ability to filch stuff from abandoned grocery stores without getting caught by the robots would be, but..."

"Oh. Yeah, that'd follow. - I'll show you around Poe and we can go get breakfast, then."

"Thanks."

He shows them around Poe. The upper levels are residential, ascending by grade level, bathrooms are on either side by sex. The basement contains laundry machines and a gym. The ground floor is dominated by a lounge with lots of couches and a big TV, but there's also a kitchenette, and Harry's office is located there as well.

"I keep an open-door policy, so feel free to stop by any time you want to talk, whether it's an emergency or just- whatever."

"Okay."

"This place kind of reminds us of home. --Not like our home dimension, with the robots, I mean the real home we had before the robots."

"How so?" he asks, leading them towards the Crystal Hall.

"It was a school too," she sighs. "The Xavier Academy for Gifted Youth."

"Oh. I guess one good school is like another. Especially if it's a school for mutants."

"Yeah."