It was a miserable day. Rain had fallen for the last thirteen days, and today would be the fourteenth day. Cera, sat on a hand crafted wooden chair in her apartment, near a telephone that hung on a grimey and faded yellow wall. She was waiting for someone to call, but she knew the call would never come. She had waited for days without sleep, through the rain, never leaving her apartment, not for food, not for classes, not for anything. The days had come and gone, and still she waited, but she was so dazed that she couldn't remember who was supposed to call her. It didn't seem to matter anymore.
She looked back at her life, and on the events that had transpired. Her boyfriend got a job at a local independent news organization, her acceptance into her first choice university, and more. She remembered getting pregnant at age 15, and now she had a 6 year old daughter. She remembered her boyfriend proposing to her, and she remembered . . .
A knock at the door stirred her from her memories. She didn't know what was happening. She couldn't hear anything except for the knocking at her door. The sound of the furnace was drowned out, the tapping of rain drops against her kitchen window, all silent. She could feel the heat emenating from the furnace, and she could see the rain falling against her window, but there was no sound, except for the knocking at her door.
Slowly, she arose from the chair that she had perched on for days, and slowly walked to the door, not knowing what to expect. Was the rent due? Were the local eateries delivering their new menu? Had her boyfriend returned home? Was it a friend? An intruder?
She slowly reached out to her door handle, the golden finish wearing off from use, and at the same time she grabbed the bolt above the handle, and unlocked it. She turned the handle, slowling opening the entrance to her abode.
In the hallway stood a tall woman, with long, straight, dirty blonde hair hanging down to just above her legs. She stood there, with a plane face, wrapped in a brownish tan professional raincoat.
"Who are you," Cera asked.
The stranger replied, "I have no name."
"Why are you here?"
"I've come here to save you, Cera."
"How do you know my name," Cera asked, beginning to panic.
"I've been watching you," the stange woman replied.