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Allie knocked on the door, shifting feet betraying her impatience. Come on... she thought, just as the door opened before her, the chain snapping as the person inside the flat looked out cautiously. "I'm here with the pizza?" Allie said, her tone impatient, exasperated, and the door shut for a moment, the sound of the chain being slid back came, before the door opened, only a foot or so, barely enough to fit the pizza box Allie held in her hands, through. She managed to manouvere it through the gap, though, cursing silently about the woman's caution. She waited, again, impatiently, for the money the woman handed through. It came, a fifty, and Allie started, suprised. "Ma'm, this is a fifty... I don't have cha..." The woman cut her off, "Keep the change." Her voice seemed to tremble with fear, but Allie shrugged it off. There was another voice from inside, a man's, loudly demanding. "Elsie! Where's that damn pizza?" The woman trembled, and turned away, "Its.. It's coming Stan!" She looked back towards the door. "Th.. thank you." She said, voice trembling, before shutting the door. Allie looked down at the crumpled note in her hand, before smiling slightly. This was fantastic... 40 odd dollars for her to have for herself, and with the Evanescence concert coming up she could really use the money. She turned away, stuffing the note in her pocket, and smiled, sauntering away.



She made her way downstairs, into her car, with just the thoughts of the woman's generosity in her mind, she must have really liked pizza... then more sinister thoughts entered her mind. Why give her a fifty for a seven buck pizza? And... the woman had seemed scared. She sighed, the happiness and satisfaction that the extra money had given her gone, with thoughts about what had cause the woman's generosity. People didn't just... hand away money. And, by the condition of the apartment it must have been a fifty that was well needed. She frowned, hitting the steering wheel with frustration, denying the thought that she should go back up there and hand back the note... get the proper change. She sighed, she didn't have the money on her, and... well. The woman had creeped her out, and the dingy apartment building. She stifled her concience, and started up the car, pulling out and away.



High above her, a woman peeked out of the window, through the gap in a curtain. She watched with disappointment as the girl drove away, and sighed. There came a voice from inside the apartment, "What are you doing, Elsie?!" She spun around, "N... nothing." There came a grunt, a dismissal of the issue, and she gave one last look out the window, hoping against hope that the girl had read the note. She sighed, and turned away. The girl wouldn't help her.



The next day, Allie woke up to the sounds of the newsreader on the radio. She was about to roll over, and hit the button that silenced the serious voice, before a few words caught her attention, and she paused. "... found dead in the apartment. The woman's kidnapper is no where to be found, but the police are looking for him. They say it is likely he has fled the country. And now, back to Karen and Chris..." Allie sighed, the world was such a hell hole. She got out of bed, smiling as the jokes of the morning crew for breakfast starting laughing and playing around. They always cheered her up, the thoughts of the woman murdered in her apartment fled from her mind.



On her desk, the note blowing slightly in the breeze from her open window, it unfurled from the roll it had been when the woman handed it to her. While Allie brushed her hair, the note's message was revealed. 'help. he wont let me go.' And, with another tug of the wind, the note flew up, and out the window, it's message lost to the world.