The woman sat at the kitchen table, her dyed red hair tied up as she had just recoloured it, conditioner smothered all over it. Droplets of waters ran down her forehead, annoying her enough that she wiped it away with the back of her hand.

Her emerald eyes looked down at the newspaper that she held in front of her, nothing really grabbed her attention as she flicked through a few pages. There was an article about a local bank robbery, seemed interesting enough for her to read. The paper rested on the wooden table as she held a mug of coffee in her other hand.

"Two armed men burst through the doors and another three followed behind. Myself and the other people inside all froze in our places, a lady screamed and one of the men shouted for us to get on the ground. We did, it would be suicide not to, I mean they had guns pointing right at us. I was there to get a loan, nothing more nothing less--"

The lights flickered.

Her attention was brought to the flickering bulb. It went out. The washing machine stopped as well as the dryer. All electrical appliances went off.

The air was cold, it made her shiver. Then there was a voice that was so familiar, "Do you not care anymore?" No, it couldn't be, but it was there, she heard it.

"Alfie..?"