Shane walked all the way to her hotel that night, Thousands of thoughts coursing through her brain with each minute. She was expecting that limousine chauffeur to be waiting for her, but she guessed that tonight luck isn’t exactly on her side. Cornering the third block, she saw see the black and white limousines are being queued up, photographers are still there. She saw the bright light down the street from the store; she looked down at her self and looks like she’s been in bar brawl, her white crisp shirt now have alien stains that she didn’t know where she got it from, her shoes all polluted and her pants looks like it hasn’t been ironed for a good five years or so. The only thing that still looks new is her tie. Shane thought it would be best if she just head back to her hotel room, get a good long sleep and hopefully wake up and think that tonight was a really, really bad nightmare.

Shane shoved both of her hands in pockets, her right hand bump into a hard and cold object that’s in her pocket; she grabbed it out and realized it was the watch and the earrings that Alice had put in her hand before. She grabbed hold of the material objects hard into a ball of fist, and felt a sudden jolt of painful hurt at the top of her index finger. She held out her palm and saw the sharp pin of one of the earring sticking deep into her finger.

“…fuck! Christ… as if I can handle any more pain in my life right now…” She muttered to her self. Shane took out her other hand from her left pocket and uses it to take the earring out quickly. She looked at the trickling of bloods running from her finger, she wiped her finger on her white shirt, thinking that might as well make it dirtier.

So Shane avoided walking past her store, turning and walking endlessly just to see if she can see her hotel building. She still needs to learn her way around Los Angeles. Somehow after two hours of walking and getting lost into couple of seedy looking streets, she saw the Four Seasons logo ahead of her and sighed relief that she made it.