Sara rests casually against the brick wall in the alley, smoking a joint, thinking about what the guy on the phone would be like. She looks up into one of the apartment windows to find a clock. It's 11:57. She sighs exasperatedly.
He'd better not be late.
As she looks around, she sees that the only things around her are a dumpster and an old, grungy rat, picking through the trash. She wonders how she became this way. Her brother was normal, as far as she knew. He had had the same opportunities and the same difficulties as she. She sighs, but doesn't have much time to ponder this, as someone is walking toward her.
