The phone rang, and rang, and rang, but Fey didn't feel like answering. Nobody ever worth while ever call here anyways, she thought to herself, as her normally straight and relaxed figure slumped in her chair. Wait! What am I saying? That's not like me at all. It was true. Over the last few days Fey had felt as though someone were watching her every move, or that she herself was in fact someone entirely different then who she thought she was. She shook her head and picked up the phone just an arm's length away.
"Hello? Yes, this is she. I'm sorry? No, I'm afraid I don't understand. No...I never made a call to your office. I'm not trying to be funny, I'm telling the truth. But.........I see. Well, I might as well. Thank you, Goodbye." Fey set the phone lightly upon its reciever and looked at Finicky.
"That was a lady from The City. Apparently, the files I requested are being sent to my mailbox at the appartment, no need to come in and pick them up. But, I don't recall requesting any files." Fey sat and pet Finicky for a few more minutes before returning to her work, incense today. Within a few minutes she was lost in a different world where her hands worked skillfully and deftly to make the alluring sticks and cones. Finicky, sensing something in the air, moved to the far corner.
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"That should do it," Fey said wiping her hands on her skirt. She cleaned up and went out to take lunch, Finicky happily trotted along with her. On their way to the cafe at the end of the road, Fey stopped in to get her mail. There in her box was a plain manilla envelope. Inside was a paper with a single name written on it, Lillith Sparrow. Who are you? Fey wondered as she turned the paper over in her hand, and as if to answer her question a scrap fell onto the floor. Fey picked it up.
"I am nobody, who are you?"
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