Zoey Winters stepped out of the airport to see the lights coming on in the early evening, and she looked at the airport sign with puzzlement, "San Francisco? Shouldn't it be Los Angeles?"
"Mr. Hawk and Mr. Binns have booked a restaurant and hotel for you near Berkeley," Page said, introducing the situation briefly.
Page helped Zoey open the door of a waiting business van, and after she got in, he took the passenger seat and instructed the driver to head to a parking lot in the small town of Berkeley.
Stepping out of the vehicle, Zoey surveyed the quaint little town.
Zoey had always lived on the East Coast, and in her mind, California was supposed to be bathed in brilliant sunshine by day and be a hub of glittering nightlife, but at this moment, the night view of Berkeley was the complete opposite.