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She looked into the fire with longing eyes, the note dissolving rapidly as the flames wreathed and bound itself around the classified piece of information. It marked a new beginning for her, she had a feeling it would take her life to get her life back on track; albeit so, she would make a good attempt of it.

Getting rid of the information was the first step forward success and new hope.

"Goodbye Eva." Her eyes lit up, and she smiled softly, if not fondly.

"So Christmas has come and gone, and whilst I retain the misfortune of an unlimited supply of chocolates and plenty of drink--" she was speaking on the phone, a rather gossipy event taking place between the wires. "Minute on the lips, lifetime on the hips!" Eva repeated the whining bat on the other end, smiled calmly, bid them a nice day and hung up.
She swirled, faced the dishwasher and nodded. It just had to be emptied, however boring a task, however much it wouldn't match the action, being with Dr. Quinn, or being where her heart desired as she knew that world was far behind her.

She wasn't going to die after all, the world would not diminish and light would repent. It had been an interesting turn of events and the unearthly world of Gaia had subsidized for her residence. <******** you Quinn," she smirked, looking up as the roof crackled above her, rain lashing angrily. "******** you January," she laughed, examining her hips, and cursing again. Would she actually have to commit to a New Year's Resolution? Abide by some sort of plan, a regime of fitness to maintain elegance, beauty and integrity?
She slipped the dishwasher shut and roped her thick brown hair behind her.

Eva's attire was regular today, she wore a basic black top, and a pair of charcoal jeans and flats. January was regular, too regular in fact. It didn't require much celebration outside the matter of her birthday, which was fast approaching. Oh, who was to buy her a gift this year? Would Quinn magnificently turn up on her doorstep and grant her her wish? A magnificent turn of events by any standards, unfounded and fantastical.

Maybe she'd look for a job, treat herself for something nice or just --

Wait, what the hell was that green thing in the dishwasher? She wrestled with the handle and pulled it back out. Luckily, it had caught her eye at least. A little green speck, in the corner of her eye, she swore; but alas, not there anymore. <********, give up drink perhaps?" She grappled her bottle of vodka and laughed heartily, swigged a little and belched like a pig.

"I'm disgusting," she admitted, almost a matter-of-fact proudness consumed her in her stance, as eyes wandered around the kitchen; the elusive green blob would not escape her! It was not fantastical as much as Quinn was, or she believed him to be.
The fridge was open again, milk splashing out of it's carton and down onto the floor. Being the tyrant she was, she marched toward it with some selfish vendetta against the milk carton. "What are you playing at --- you... you!" Eva's eyes spun in their sockets as she slipped, falling back onto her back with a loud crack; sour milk dripping down onto her face.

"Disgusting, absolutely disgusting," her London accent prevailing. "I really should have bought some new milk, maybe it got fed up of it waiting for me to throw it out, and decided it was going to do it itself, yes, that's about right." She lay still.

A rumble omitted from the fridge. It was thundering towards her, or at least above her. And it rolled, and rolled, and rolled, and then fell.
Hurtling down toward her, she opened her eyes and recoiled in terror --- BAM!



"THERE'S AN ALIEN IN MY FRIDGE!"