At home. (Have to knock first, but, open!)

[alicia]

Alicia removed her shoes, tapping them gently on the ground. She leaned against the door, taking deep breaths. Tomorrow, I'm going to have a nice peaceful day, nothing...terrifying.
She brushed her hair out of her face, it had escaped it's pony tail and was annoying her.

She had hardly made it home, her memory had failed a few times, and she had ended up stepping infront of a car once. But, she was safely home. Finally.

Tears trailed her cheeks, she brushed them away, Ben, when I need you most.. you can't be here. Saving the world is your calling, what you were meant to do, and I never stand in your way of that, I love you enough to allow you to go...but, I'm so lonely...Who do I talk to when you're gone?

Alicia hadn't spoken to Ben in weeks, she knew he was busy. Why else wouldn't he call her? She had left messages, no reply.
Alicia went into her bathroom, and showered, the hot water blasting her. She did not like to be weak, to be frightened and lonely, but she knew it was just stress that was making her so emotional. Everything would look better in the morning.

She was drying her hair as she headed out to her bed room, a soft pair of pajama's on. She crawled into her bed and hugged her pillow tightly. Trying to fall asleep.

[alicia]

Alicia had returned home to get some lunch, she grabbed her mail, it was unreadable. she hurried up the stairs and unlocked her door.
"Ever since Mrs. Cott moved out, no one has been able to help me with my mail...I'll have to find someone else." Alicia tossed the papers onto a side table, it already had a few days worth of letters and such on it.

Alicia grabbed a bowl of soup and popped it in the microwave. When it beeped, Alicia took out the tomato soup and let it cool as she checked her answering machine. She half hoped Ben had called, his rough voice would have been a wonderful sound.

One advertisment for a new phone plan, one from a person griping about how loud she played the radio in her apartment...The last one caught Alicia's attention.

'Greetings Miss Masters, I'm Greg from Charlotte Gallery, sorry to inform you that we have had a small change of plans for your sculpture showing in our Gallery. We have canceled your show. Thanks for your time.'

Alicia's mouth dropped open, could they do that? Two days before the opening? She played it again, it said the same thing. She was canceled.

Alicia walked back to the kitchen rubbing her temples. "What in the world? Why would they cancel me?" She steeled herself and went back to the phone, and dialed the number to the gallery.

"Hello? This is Miss Masters, I want to talk to Greg. Yes, I'll hold." Alicia tapped her foot impatiantly.

'Hello, this is Greg, how can I help you?'

"Well, you could tell me why I was canceled, for starters!" Alicia didn't let her voice carry the anger she was feeling, but she certainly didn't try to seem happy.

'Ah...Well, someone else has come on the scene, and they only have this week avalible for their showing. I'm very sorry, perhaps you would like a free ticket to see the other artists work?'

"No! I don't want a free ticket to your stinky Gallery. Don't think I'll ever show in you Gallery again, if this is how you treat people who have been working with you for years!"

"With how your art has been selling, I don't see you showing much of anywhere Miss."Greg said coldly.

Alicia hung up in a fury. She walked back to the kitchen feeling rather depressed and angry. She put her soup back in the fridge, she wasn't hungry anymore.
Am I really that bad? What changed? I've always been a valued artist...

Alicia grabbed one of the tickets she had bought a week ago for a play that was opening tonight. She had bought one for Ben too, but, he was no where to be found, so she was going alone.