Prologue:

"Are you ok?" Sunny asked, peaking around the door and into the room. "Yes, fine," Violet said quietly. In truth, she had no idea whether she was fine or if she was dying of some stomach disease. She watched the clock ticking on the wall, reminding her of the hours she had wasted in bed when she could have been inventing something that could the help situation of somebody... or perhaps fix the mail delivery system she had set up the past week.

Violet swung her legs out from underneath the covers and started to walk towards the door but her stomach lurched and she ended up leaning over the basin beside her bed, spewing out whatever was left over from the dinner Sunny had made the night before. What was wrong, Violet wasn't sure but she didn't want to weigh the possibilities.