Alice sighed, "You're one of those people who make a mountain out of a mole hill, aren't you?" Shaking dampened raven locks that refused to obtain their usual bounce, Alice shuffled through her keys till the appropriate one unlocked the door. It took her five tries at the end of which she was scarlett with embarrassment. It was a fact of life she was a slight strange, made so by a slightly bad memory. Picking up the mail that had been shoved into her apartment by way of under the door, she flicked through the assortment of mostly junk while making her way to the counter of her kitchen.

Within, Sasha would hold the other end of the best appearance of the Timeless Tailor. For this place was the opposite and a complete mess. The first room was a combination of kitchen and den, a counter top serving as the table and really the only place to prepare food. Clothes, fabrics, and various mannequins covered the living room and encroached upon the kitchen. Already the flooded the short hall that led to two other rooms. The couch was devoid of this mess, having a pillow and elaborate quilt on it as if it was more often used as a bed. Which if one looked into her actual bed would be the case. For that was covered in a mountain of carefully placed product

But with all the chaos of her trade there were little things that did not make quite amount of sense to the average person. Such as a phone cord leading to a fridge. Or the open book left there as though some one was going to come back to it in a second. A vase stood on the hall table with wilted flowers, a half unpacked suitcase laid against a wall. And there was a faux Christmas tree in the corner of her living room. The light dim from age.

But Alice in the other hand glared at the letters and tossed them onto the hall table as if they were poison. They were, or at least the first one was. The A. Lynch in the receiver matched the A. Lynch, Senior of the sender. But the addresses differed by a large gap of miles. Peering over her shoulder she gave Sasha a apologetic look. "I spend most of my time at my shop." Was her explanation for this chaos. Thought she doubt it would help things. Not waiting for a reply to continued down the fall, setting her coat on the rack and her keys clattered against the vase. "Make yourself comfortable... im getting warm." She sighed with a happy glee. Warmth from the cold rain would help her. Nevermind it might just put her to sleep. Especially with the stress of her kidnapping amd deadline.