Into the Sunset in 155
by Alisia D. Crede

Author's notes in chapter one.

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The Leaning Tower

"Well, shit," Nora said, frowning at the pile of boxes in her living room. Normally she wouldn't stoop to such vulgar language, but she was desperate -- and as every pop culture consumer with more than a fourth grade education is aware, desperate times call for desperate measures.

"What's wrong, sweeting?" Jack called from the bedroom.

"It's nothing, darling," she called back. "Just that I think perhaps I've got these boxes stacked too high and they might fall on top of --"

The tremendous collapse of the Leaning Tower of Boxes sent Jack scurrying into the living room, where he was greeted by the sight of Nora's feet sticking out from under the great pile in the manner of the Wicked Witch of the East.

"Nora? You okay?" he asked.

No response.

"Oh, well," he said. "I guess we'll just have to get another DA." And grabbing his motorcycle helmet, he left her apartment.