Author's Note: I had the chapter all written and everything, and then my Word crashed and burnt, losing all . I rather liked the end scene too, and the scene between Darius and her was loads better…oh well. Save your documents while working, kiddies. Same dedications, same disclaimer. Listen to Explosive by Bond while you read this, it'll make you feel better.

At the top of the staircase, a man stood. He was a little rotund, but not as grossly as Mr. Bigbucks. It was obvious that a great deal of this man's weight was muscle. His blue and white tracksuit was fairly simple, the colors only broken by several gold chains. "You Eveline?"

"That I am. And you are?"

"I'm Darius." The man shifted his weight, the golden necklaces glinting in the little bit of available sunshine.

"So, Mr. Darius-"

"Just Darius."

"-how do you know me?"

"You work with Kris, don't you?"

"Yes, but that isn't answering my question."

Darius continued anyway. "Was she hurt in the burglary at King Towers? She didn't show up for our date."

Eveline tried to stifle a giggle. So Kris has a boyfriend? That's why she didn't want to wash the windows… "Oh. She's fine."

"Well, thank you, girl."

"Bye."

As Darius walked down the stairs, Eveline sat on a wooden bench, waiting for the basketball contest to start.

Eveline skipped happily out of the jail, 200 simoleans in her hand. With both that and her earnings from King Towers, she could rent a house. She decided to go house-hunting, and before she knew it her mind was wandering. However, it quickly ran home when she discovered herself sprawled on the concrete sidewalk, her money littered across the pavement. "Oof!"

A male voice answered her cry. "Are you okay?"

"I'm okay. Nothing's broken. And you are?"

"They call me Ewan. You?"

"Eveline Broadsheet." She offered her hand. Ewan looked confused at this gesture, then got the gist of it and pulled her up off the ground. Eveline started to pick up her cash, and Ewan soon pitched in.

"So, Miss Eveline, what were you doing wandering the streets of Urbania?"

Finally, a guy with some manners. "I was looking for a home for sale. Do you know of one?"

"Oh, you mean like this one?" Ewan pointed to the house in front of them. It was small and red brick, with grey cement steps leading up to the brown front door. Next door was a staircase with a large neon sign declaring 'Pizza' to the world, with a street vendor hawking her wares nearby. The overall appearance was grungy and urban, but Eveline liked it. "Oh great." Eveline looked exasperated.

"What's the matter?" Ewan looked at her hand and saw blood.

Author's Postscript: Okay, is it getting more original? Oh and don't worry, it isn't serious…at least, I'm not sure. Recognize Eveline's last name? Oh, and I'd like an update or 3 before I write again.