Sitting on the edge of her bed, alone, Alesandra could hear the crickets chirping outside her window. The branches of the trees scraped the glass noisily, but she had grown up with these sounds and it was perfectly normal to her ears. Her eyes were glazed over;she was completley lost in her mind. Over and over, she saw the man from the theater. His eyes, his magnificent eyes...there was something very different about this man. He had looked so ordinary, yet so extraordinary at the same time. His image was surely manifesting itslef in her brain. She would never be able to forget a single detail of his appearance.