”Mark turned around to be faced by tall slender, dark-haired young woman, in an expensive cross-pleated black dress. Though clearly haute couture, a...strange Victorian aura seemed to emanate from it, as did her brilliant-cut emerald and pearl ear studs. Her identification label said: ‘ANTONIA’.“Are you familiar with the work of William Hogarth?” she asked sweetly.“Fairly.”She moved to his side to study the second composition. “Well, this is the scene in the bordello, where Moll Hackabout first. Her hair blew wildly behind her, then came together and wove itself into a single braid down her back, secured with a red hair tie. A yellow glow appeared over her nose, then split into two that moved up and back, creating the visor. From the top of the visor and around to the back of her head, the helmet formed. A final flurry of sparkles moved over her chest, leaving behind block letters that spelled out “Cheer”. Then the sparkles lowered her to the floor and dissipated.“Holy. Fuck,” Jennifer. She is determined to be her most charming and not to let her nerves show. She supposes that if she is strong willed she will be okay.At 5:30pm she is outside work, walking around. The thirty minutes seems to take forever. As she walks back towards her workplace, with five minutes to go, she passes a maroon van parked on the side of the road. Just as she nears it, the side door slides open. She observes the Author. Quickly he grabs her , dragging her into the back of his van. Before she can. My cats surrounded us and Teacup stood vigil over the scene from the nightstand; Those bright yellow eyes like a lighthouse in the darkest night over the ocean of our sorrows. My first true friend slept soundly through the rest of the night and most of the following day, which was gloomy and rainy as per usual where we lived. By the time I had awoken, it was well past 5 o' clock in the evening and I was in dire need of a bath. I suppose dying, reincarnating AGAIN, persuading your distraught.