Wearing several lumpy sweaters and toting two small suitcases, Diana walked out of the airport looking like she might fall over. She hadn't been able to sleep on the plane, and decided almost immediately that she didn't like Boston at all. It was cold and frigid, and it made her head hurt… a lot.

She hailed a taxi with what energy she had left, and dug out the address of her new apartment with her free hand.

"1330 Waltham Street please?" She felt slightly better, knowing she'd be able to fall into a bed at some point soon. She watched the buildings fly by, and lamented the lack of lights, and the lack of colour. Everything here was so dull and gray. In LA there was colour everywhere. Colourful lights, and colourful people. Boston seemed a tad cleaner, but so dreary.

And with these melancholy thoughts in her head she stepped out of the taxi in front of the building she would be staying in for an indefinite period of time. It seemed the epitome of everything she'd so far decided about Boston. It was a gray building. It looked like a faded piece of the street, and the windows were dirty. The gold paint on the numbers signifying it's location was peeling off, and there was absolutely no overhang to provide shelter when walking through the automatic doors of the building, which were… of course… out of order.

She was relieved to discover that the room itself, was clean. The carpet was actually quite nice on her bare feet. It was a pretty chestnut brown colour. Not really the colour most would have picked for a carpet, but it looked alright. The walls were clean and white, and the kitchen floor still had all of its tiles. That may sound strange, but in Diana's experience, good kitchen floors for low income apartments were hard to come by. The refrigerator and the other appliances were in good working order, as was the shower. And there was a small bed and dresser in the room she was supposed to sleep in.

All in all. The apartment would do.

It wasn't until later that evening that her short temper and bad luck caught up with her again. She had finished unpacking not an hour beforehand and was trying to read a book when she started hearing loud cursing through the wall. It stopped for a moment, and she'd hoped it was just a momentary outburst, but after a moment there was a loud laugh, and the shouts began again.

She tapped on a the wall a little, and the shouting stopped. After hearing nothing for another minute or so, she delved back into her book.

CRASH! Something that sounded like glass breaking sounded from behind the wall and the laughter and cursing started up again.

Five minutes went by, and Diana prayed for it to go away. This was absolutely ridiculous. All she wanted was to read.

And she hated cursing.

Finally, losing her temper, Diana sat up and started beating on the wall.

The noise stopped.