"I don't believe this. I honestly don't fucking believe this." She spits as she hangs up her mobile phone. Instead of pocketing it, she holds it against her stomach as she paces back and forth. Three hours ago she had landed at the London City Airport. Right on schedule. Her phone plan didn't cover service overseas, which is why she'd been sure to arrange a ride prior to her departure from her hometown: Tulsa, Oklahoma. Her dear cousin, who resides in England, had happily agreed to pick her up from the airport, as well as provide lodging for as long as it took her to establish a residency in a temporary flat.

Kate Roberts was English-born but American-grown. Her parents had left England seemingly on a whim when she was six. And, while the English accent faded very quickly, the memories of the girl she had spent the earliest moments of her childhood with did not disappear. The two were pen pals ever since, and as technology advanced so did their connection an ocean apart. They were best friends. They shared secrets and fantasies and fears. Her cousin visited her in America now and then, but until now Kate had been too busy pursuing her career to take a break from North America. In fact, it is her career that led Kate to be in a terminal in London with no proper currency, no means of transportation, and no way to communicate with her relative. Her relative who is three hours late. Kate checks her phone again: 9:21pm in London, England. Battery life: 18%

Kate takes a few deep breaths, blinking away the glaze in her eyes that comes from a drastic time change and an obscenely long and sleepless flight. Her back is tense, and she struggles to keep the tremors racking her tired body at bay. There will be no rest anytime soon. She straightens her shoulders and lifts her phone once more, this time pulling up and old photo of her dear cousin. A commemoration of the day she'd been hired on at her job, five years ago. Well, then, she muses. I'm not about to stay here all night, then am I? I've got to give a certain someone a piece of my mind. And I've got just the faintest idea where she might be.

And with that, Kate Roberts grips the handle on her navy blue suitcase and marches through the revolving door and into the night. She can smell rain in the air. She prays it won't pour too hard. She has an audition tomorrow afternoon, and she certainly can't afford a cold.