Amara declined Akame's offer and headed to her own apartment. She hailed a cab and gave him directions to her place. The cab pulled up in front of a big, century-old wooden boardinghouse, which was divided into several apartments, and in a quiet neighborhood. It was made almost entirely of wood and creaked and groaned with the wind. Amara loved it. It was a place with a history. She walked down the stairs to the basement, unlocked the steel framed anti-burglar door, and slipped inside.

 	Once inside, she flipped the lights on and surveyed her apartment. It has one larger room used as the general living room, which holds a small kitchenette and a fireplace. A door lead to a bedroom, which had an adjacent bathroom. In the floor was a hinged door that leads down to the subbasement. It consisted of one room. Her T.V. and furniture were second hand, but still in good condition. The carpet that covered the floor was worn, but clean. The whole place was relatively tidy. A small, calico, fuzzy kitten, curled up on top of a bookshelf, got up and stretched at her entrance. It jumped down and started to rub it's head on her leg and purr. Amara bent down to pet the kitten. [color=989898] "Hey, Sebastian, been holding down the fort while I've been gone?" [/color] The kitten mrowed and padded over to his food dish. [color=989898] Yeah, yeah I get it. [/color] She put food in his bowl and gave him fresh water. Suddenly tired, she quickly changed and went to bed. She was asleep almost instantly, with Sebastian cuttled up behind her knee, purring like a car motor.