Paige's door was shut.

That was ... well, normal, right? The crackling sounds of a Chinese CD, running off what little power that could be gleaned was... well, not normal, really, but Paige liked it.

She was behind the door. Humming as she went about her business with a tune she didn't know the name of.

The evening was coming to a close, and soon, it would be time for bed.

Her panda waited.

She did not have Fluppy, and this was sad.

Paige found herself on her couch (Hers now,not whoever had lived here before) cuddling a child's toy that she'd found in one of the apartments.

It wasn't Fluppy, but it was well cuddled anyway, as she looked out her dirty, grimy, acid-stained window, and wondered about tomorrow.