A/N: Hey, I thought I had posted this last week, and when I came to post today, I found I hadn't. So this is this week's chapter - possibly one of two if you ask me nicely ;D Anyway, IDK, do you find it annoying when I rant about my life on here? Let me know, please.

"Ronnie! I'm home!" I say, carrying my coat and bag inside.

I got off of work early today, and I was looking forward to a nice hot bath.

Then I heard the moans.

There was another female in the house. In MY HOUSE.

I went upstairs and opened the door of the bathroom.

There was a blonde supermodel-type in the bathtub with Ronnie, in a compromising position.

I took a picture of them quickly before either one of them had time to react, and I said, "Ronnie, I am being so very calm right now, and I'm going to go to the library, and when I come back, in an hour, if you, any of yours or her stuff is here, I don't care if you're my soulmate and your nickname is Barry, I will harm you, and burn all of your stuff. Considering you cheated on me, I get to keep the major appliances, such as the television, and if you take it, I'll report it to the police as theft."

I had to be strong.

I'm proud I'd held up this long with no cracks in my voice.

I slam the door behind me, and I take my comfort bag (a giant TARDIS one that Cisco had given me for my birthday) and run back, coat, bag and all.

Let me explain.

My comfort bag was a bag I had filled with some comforting items after I had a stressful day.

Ronnie was't always there for me (though I guess I now knew why) at home, so this was my 'thing'.

My comfort bag was the one constant in my life.

I parked my car in a spot beside the library and ran in.

I hid myself upstairs, by the cafe.

I liked the feeling of being surrounded by books.

They were like those tiny exotic fish that fed on your dead skin.

(Okay, I admit that came out wrong.)

They were like warm kittens and cute puppies that would always be there for you.

Anyway, I went to go get a coffee from the cafe.

I paid, without a smile, but this person was one I hadn't seen before, so I guessed she must be new.

I felt bad for being rude, but I guess I did have an excuse today. I'd just have come back another time and apologise.

I sat back down in my seat. It was a love-seat, tucked in the back of the library, and it ws my unofficial corner. 'My spot', if you will.

So I curled up on it, pulling out the blanket-cardigan that was my first and foremost approach to making myself feel better, I pulled the hood over too, just for good measure.

Then I got out my favourite book, To Kill A Mockingbird, and pulled out my llama toy.

It was a relatively recent purchase, on a trip across the country when I was speaking at a physics conference for Dr. Wells, who had bewen unable to make it and had instead sent me in his place, giving me his speech and sending me on the first plane to New York.

He had forgotten to mention how I was supposed to speak, though.

I hadn't publicly spoke properly since I was in high school.

So when it was thirty minutes to when I was supposed to give my speech, totally freaking out, I ran outside.

I couldn't do it, even if it meant disappointing Dr Wells. It was just my luck, that there was a plaza nearby, almost opposite the scientific institution I was speaking at.

I had brought my wallet with me, and the bench I was sitting on faced opposite the cutest shop I had seen in my entire life. I'm not kidding - the entire store was filled with the cutest and most gigantic stuffed toys I had ever seen.

I had walked into the shop, enchanted, and then it was like I'd become a little girl again - I couldn't make my mind up - there were so many cute ones!

With seven minutes to go before I had to speak, I was stuck. Then, as if by fate, one llama toy (on the larger side, but cheap nonetheless) had fallen off the shelf.

So I bought it in a hurry, the poor cashier probably had no idea what the heck was happening, and I ran like crazy to the stadium with three minutes to spare.

I went to the ladies bathroom to freshen myself up a bit (I spritzed an entire drugstore of perfume over me) and I cuddled the new llama toy.

I decided to call him Alfred.

Anyway, I got on stage, and it didn't seem so daunting anymore.

When I got back, I got my first 'Well Done', from Dr Wells. Ever.

I was so proud of myself.

When Ronnie came into my life, though, he'd told me that I was too childish and I had to get rid of it. Hence Alfred's place in the comfort bag.

I squeeze Alfred a little bit to jog me back out of my thoughts, and I place the copy of To Kill A Mockingbird back into the CB, and I check the time on my watch.

16:15. About fourty-five minutes till I could return to my non-cheating environment. It's literally been about three minutes since I'd gotten my coffee, but it feels like it's been an age.

Just then, my phone rings.

I jump, and blush red because people are already staring at me.

Then I check the caller ID. It's Ronnie.

I groan, and collapse dramtically onto the love-seat. What I'm not banking on is that someone would collide with me right at that moment.

Everything goes into slow motion.

The coffee spills onto the person, who's wearing a navy jumper of top of a plaid shirt. The hood prevents me from seeing much else.

My phone drops onto the carpeted floor of this section of the library.

Then everything speeds back up again.