Joanna Carter jogged around her block with her headphones blasting music louder than the average person can bear into her ears. She was oblivious to anything outside of her attention zone. Any car that went by would have been drowned out by the pulsating beat of Rihanna's music. So when someone did try to get her attention, it would have been proven a difficult task.

"Hey Jo." a neighbor said as Joanna as she took a moment to breathe and get a drink of water. Joanna ignored him, and he sensed this.

"Jo." he repeated. Finally, figuring that her music was to blame, went over to Joanna and took off her headphones.

"Hello Joanna." he said again, knowing he had her full attention now.

"Oh." Joanna said, rather disappointed that he had taken her headphones off. "Hello Mr. Johnson. How's Duchess?"

Duchess was Johnson's cat that his wife had left him before the woman died. The cat is all he had left to remind him of his wife.

"Pretty well." Johnson told her. "Why are you wearing dark clothes in this weather? Aren't you hot?"

Joanna rolled her eyes. She had on a dark brown tracksuit on and was very red in the face to show she was hotter than normal.

"I'm fine." she told the old man. "Good bye Mr. Johnson."

And with that, she left in a quick burst of energy that Johnson didn't even realize she was gone until she was several feet away.

"Mom, Vinny, I'm home!" Joanna shouted a few minutes later when she finished jogging. After a few moments, no answer came so she called out again.

"Mom! Vinny! Are you home?"

A creek from upstairs answered her. Absentmindedly, Joanna walked up the stairs and continued to call out.

"Mom! Vinny! Are you home or not?"

A loud and long moaning sound came from the bathroom. Joanna froze. The moan did not sounds like a good one. She quickly advanced to the bathroom, but before she put her hand on the knob it opened by itself and someone ran into her at full speed. Joanna let out a surprised scream as she tumbled onto the floor, the person that ran into her screamed as well, just as surprised as she was.

"Good god Vincent Trapp, don't SCARE me like that!" she shouted at the person she ran into.

"Well, I didn't plan for it to go like that." Vinny said helping Joanna up. "You just happened to be standing right there when I got out."

"Why were you in the bathroom any way?" Joanna asked, putting her hands on her hips, beginning to enter a foul mood.

"I had to take a shower." Vinny told her like it was obvious. In a way it was; his hair was still wet with a few unrinsed suds still hidden in his bleach blonde hair. "I was... uh..."

"Dumpster diving again?" Joanna asked, a nasty smile curling onto her lips.

"Yes." Vinny sheepishly said, blushing slightly. "But I think I found something you might like though."

Joanna smirked.

"Oh yeah? What?" she challenged.