Ithaca was scrubbing away at the tiles of her five by ten kitchen, it was tiny compared to what she had been used to back at her old home, but in reality she was only ever cooking for one person. So how did it even matter. A crummy little stereo in the corner of the room drifted out music that sounded vaguely 80âs, and she hummed along to it as she worked. She had just about gotten all the grit out of this one tile when a knock came at her door..














