Bianca looked up, startled by the presence of a man at her table. He introduced himself as Kalvin. At first, Bianca was quite hesitant to make conversation with the stranger. But remembering her manners the two began to fall into a delightful conversation. Her people skills were rushing back to her. She kept up the small talk letting flashes of her pearly white teeth dazzle him. Her mind raced back to the many parties she used to attend where entertaining guests, usually strangers, was a daily occurrence. As Bianca giggled lightheartedly at the mans jokes, they were both started by the smell of fresh pie. The two looked around confused as the waiter approached the table once again. "It seems that the power has gone out in the city." The waiter began "I'm afraid of refrigerator has cut off so I can't offer you the salad you ordered. Our only working equipment seems to be our oven." Bianca smiled and told the man not to worry and to simply cancel her order knowing well that pie would not help her in her quest to return to her former physique. She bid both the waiter and the kind man farewell as she rose from the booth. It was difficult to leave seeing as there was such a massive number of people that had gathered at the entrance of the diner. She accidentally bumped into a man carrying a decadent looking cream pie as she tried to make her escape. Just as she reached the door a familiar smell began to fill her nose. It was the smell of Ricotta Pie. An old Italian recipe that her mother used to cook before she left for The Mansion. Tears welled in her eyes as she finally squeezed through the glass doors. A strong jolt of determination resonated through her body knowing now, more than ever, that it was time to find her way home. She was started by the buzzing of her phone. Antonio was returning her call.