That night Bianca began packing her few belongings. With Louie perched quietly on her fold out bed, she listened to the sounds of the rainstorm that was raging outside of Watershed Heights. She pulled out her cell phone once again scrolling down her list of contacts. She stared at the words on the screen. "Home" the contact read. She continued on. "Hugh", "Mansion", "Mom". She stopped as tears began to blur her vision. She had been trying to muster the courage to make the call for hours. Louie looked up as the sound of Bianca's dull sobs echoed off the walls of the empty room. How could she call her mother? Admit to the sad defeat that her life had has been? Explain why she hadn't called in months, explain the excuse for a life she had been living? Bianca looked up to catch glimpse of herself in the cracked mirror above the sink. There she was. A beautiful young Italian woman. Two bloodshot dark brown eyes, perfectly centered on her plump face.

The sounds of the storm began to subside. She looked at the clock on her phone. It was 6:15 in the morning. Her bus would be arriving soon. Antonio had offered to make the trip with her back to the Jersey Shore but she insisted upon making this venture alone. If Bianca was going to get her life back in order she was going to have to make the journey independently. "Its time", she thought to herself.

She scooped Louie as carefully as she could into his Ed Hardy carrier and took one last look around the sorry apartment. She examined the large cracks in the wall, the stains on the floor, the mold growing in the corner of the ceiling. She turned on her heel slamming the door without looking back.

As Bianca stepped out into the morning sunshine she was stopped dead in her tracks. A large crowd was circled around an area that was sectioned off with yellow caution tape. Police men circled the premises. She tapped a woman on the shoulder, "What's going on?", she asked stunned. "A woman jumped", the woman responded with tears in her eyes. Bianca instantly felt a wave of nausea as she backed away from the scene.

Bianca let tears slide down her face as she approached the bus stop. The sounds of running water suddenly brought her back to reality. She looked up. The fountain that sat in the middle of the roundabout seemed to be sputtering. She stared blankly with a number of others gathered around the ancient structure. Her tears seemed to flow at the same simultaneously with the trickling of the fountain.

The slow screeching of breaks interrupted her gaze. The bus had arrived. Bianca made her way up the rusted steps and took one final look at the scene outside. She glanced between the shocking police scene gathered outside her once apartment and the ambling people surrounding the newly functioning fountain.

Bianca took a seat at the back of the bus, holding Louie tightly in her arms. As the bus pulled away from Watershed Heights she stared confidently ahead knowing that the only place to go from here was forward. Bianca was going home.