Fire bounced on the balls of her feet, worriedly scanning the crowds around the fountain for any sign of Pony. She had remembered to call her hadn't she? That wasn't just some freaky part of a dream she'd had?

She tugged on her blond hair, thinking about the apartment. How could she possibly tell Pony that her neighbor had been killed in a drive-by accident? What if she thought the apartment was haunted and didn't want to move in?