The sun set hours ago, but it was still light near the bay. Zooey sat on the balcony hugging her knees and sniffing the air. Strawberries, she thought, another migraine aura to start off the evening. The wind that blew in with the tides became brisk, curling around Zooey’s slouched posture as she shrugged it off. She gazed out over the buildings and onto the never ending bustle of the streets below, and she felt safe.

Her roomate Fritz never returned from what she thought had been a long day of uninspired writing in a run down coffee shop. Zooey tried what she could to help his creativity, be it feng sui, or constantly tending to the ever productive coffee makers that were convieniently placed in every room of the apartment…just in case.

From the balcony, Zooey could hear the key in the lock. By the time she entered the hall, she could see Fritz had a smile on his face. This can’t be good, she thought.