Bianca slid into a booth ready for a satisfying meal. At the counter a strange man, knuckles dripping with blood, seemed to be harassing a young waitress. "Typical", she though to herself. She proceeded to pick up the sticky menu and examine her options. "Large Fry, Large Onion Ring, Large Tater Tot, with what as the main dish?", Her thoughts were interrupted by a the sound of a homeless man tapping on the window next to her. He smiled at her with golden teeth as he made rude cat calls through the window. Bianca attempted to ignore the man by staring at a strange dark stain that covered the table cloth in front of her.

She looked around the room. The tables were almost empty. Only a few miserable looking persons sat alone at various tables. "Its like we are all trapped", she thought to herself. At that moment Bianca's heart started to beat quickly, "How long will I be trapped here? Will I be here for the rest of my life? Am I truly doomed to live in this hell hole forever?". These thoughts of hopelessness began racing through her terrified mind.

Bianca was suddenly startled by a middle aged waiter wearing a deeply faded apron, "What'll ya have miss?". Bianca gazed up at the man. "I'll have a Larg-", Bianca paused, "I'll have a Large...", "Yes ma'am a large what?" The man pried in annoyance. Bianca paused for a moment taking a final look around the room. She thought of the homeless man, of the robbery, of the backwards carousel, her sloppy nights at Second Chances, and of her small apartment at Watershed Heights. She thought of Louie, she thought of her family, and she thought of the happiness that she once knew. After a long delay she replied with a rejuvenating confidence, "Actually, I'd like the house salad with a water to drink". As the waiter walked away Bianca grabbed her bedazzled cell phone, scrolling down her list of contacts until she found the name she was looking for.

Having just collected her weeks pay, Bianca stepped out of Second Chances into the afternoon sunshine. Since the night before she had not tried to contact Antonio and thinking attempted to think of him as little as possible. Return to the mansion? Return to the family that had so cruelly expelled her onto the streets? The weight of the possibilities and lingering questions was all too much.

At that moment Bianca's thoughts were interrupted by a loud crash. She looked up to discover a pair of convicts loading an ATM onto the back of a Ford truck. The sight hardly fazed her. Scenes like this were quite common in the run down town. Bianca noticed a young girl peering at the show from behind a dumpster. Clad in dark gothic colors, she seemed to find it all very amusing. "I'm living in a freak show", Bianca mused to herself.

As she continued down the street she began to examine the town that surrounded her. Bianca could hear the dull thump of bass coming from Da Club where the music droned on night and day. Standing in front of the police station was a pair of men in uniform smoking what seemed to be a joint of marijuana. She considered reporting the ATM robbery until she realized that the men were in plain sight of the crime. The stoned officers laughed at the robbers failed attempts to load the machine onto the truck. Finally, one of the men actually proceeded to lend them a hand in the process. Bianca chose to ignore the sight of the corrupt justice system as she continued on her voyage home.

Malnourished stray animals roamed the streets. Grime and filth covered the roads and the walls of the surrounding buildings. A permanent stench lingered in the air that seemed to be coming from the nearby Vietnamese restaurant. Bianca's stomach churned as she realized she hadn't had a bite to eat the entire day. "How unlike me", she thought to herself. Examining her options, she finally decided to venture around the corner to Dina's 28 Hour Diner.

At 12'oclock the next day Bianca met Antonio at the dilapidated fountain outside of her apartment. She had attempted to recover as best as she could from her dull hangover and the lingering feeling of shock that remained at the thought that Anotino was here in Watershed Heights.

As she approached the fountain she admired the bulkiness of his Italian stature that could only be achieved by enumerable hours in the gym. It was hard to believe he was able to fit in such a rigorous workout schedule with all of the tanning and laundering he partook in daily. Bianca and Antonio exchanged a few polite words of conversation but after a moment the two had returned to their usual friendly banter catching up on the lives of the other. Bianca's anger was slowly lifted, wondering how she could have ever blamed such a beautiful man for her departure from the mansion.

The two strolled, with arms linked to the strange carnival that Bianca had encountered the previous night. They spent the day watching the goat races and riding the backwards carousel. The two laughed at a nun who seemed to be romancing with a middle-aged clown. When a grease fire exploded late in the day the two were finally brought back to reality in realizing that their day of romance was coming to a close.

After escaping the frantic crowds Antonio pulled Bianca close and looked deeply into her eyes, "You must return to the mansion with me".

"You know they don't want me any more Antonio, I am not exactly the woman I used to be!" she replied in slight annoyance.

"Bianca, I have been studying the art of healthy Italian Cuisine. We will work together to regain the life you once had!"

At this point a whirl of emotion washed over the young Guidette. The thought of returning to her home with Hugh and all of her beautiful friends was almost too much. Did she even want to return? The questions and the emotions became overwhelming causing her to exclaim, "I have to go!". She ran far far from Antonio and spent the next hour looking for the exit to the unusual carnival.