Annalisa awoke still fully dressed from the night before, other than her shoes. Her body killed as she lugged herself out of bed and changed clothes. She glanced in the mirror and noticed that her hair was disheveled and there were bruises on her face, but she had bigger things to care about. She had managed to get rid of the body, but she still needed to scrub the floor of the blood- and oh- she also needed to go through the contents of the man's wallet. 

Annalisa filled a bucket with soapy water and made her way into her sitting room. Looking at her poor rug, she noticed that blood had seeped on to it- damn it- she was going to have to buy a new one and it was truly a shame. She got down on her knees and winced in pain, but began to scrub the floor free of blood, but quickly realized that there was going to be a stain, and the only way to fix it was going to be buying a bigger rug. She looked through the man's wallet and was quickly disappointed- the man hadn't been worth the trouble- and she burst into tears.