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Stella balled up the paper and tossed it near the bin, however it missed. She sighed loudly but she really couldn't be bothered with it. She hadn't been bothered with a lot of things lately. Take for example, the neighbour who had just moved in who looked suspiciously like a computer hacker, or the severe-looking people dressed in business attire that stopped by every so often.

She really didn't want to poke her nose into another human's business, because it truly didn't concern her one bit. However, as luck would have it (or not), she came home one day to find her neighbour bent over her front door.

Abruptly, she realised that he had very nice pale hair and soft features. However, what struck her was how pale he looked.

She gave an inward sigh, but the bent over fellow heard it, "I can hear you cursing," he uttered dryly, and she gave an outward sigh this time, "Great, I wasn't planning on hiding my annoyance."

"You could at least offer a fellow human, who appears to be in need, some assistance," his voice came out raspy and frail.

If Stella had her eyes closed, she may have mistaken him for a 90-year-old dying man, and not a young lad, who well, appears to also have one foot in the...

"I can hear you cursing me," he managed weakly and Stella quirked her brow a little, but she shrugged and decided not to place too much thought into it, "Good, then you can also hear my reluctance."

"Oh, I hear it loud and clear."

"Alright, what do you need."

He gave her a droll stare and Stella was about to rescind her offer to help when he sighed and said, "Food."

Stella balked a little, "Don't you have all those minions doing your bidding? I've seen them carrying tons of important luggage around."

He shook his head weakly, "It's too trivial, and none of them had the inkling of an idea to bring that." Finally, he uttered, "Are you or are you not going to help me with that?

Stella resisted the urge to walk in without extending a finger to help, but she figured that in order to cross into her house, she had to push him away and that was too much work. She opened her door and walked towards her fridge. She took out some eggs and sought out her pan.

"I like them scrambled, thank you."

Stella resisted the urge to toss the pan onto her intruder's head, but she decided that, once again, that required too much energy, hence, she took out her phone and quickly googled the recipe for scrambled eggs.

She fiddled around with the knobs, and her neighbour peered at her with a doubtful expression on his pretty face, "Are you sure about this?"

"Yes," Stella said curtly through her teeth. She was expending quite a bit of energy into this and she cheered inwardly when the fire lit up and she tossed the eggs in and followed the instructions as she whipped up the dish.

She slid it across the table to her neighbour who took it. His pretty face eyed it dubiously before shaking his head a little to utter a prayer and he ate it.

Stella leaned against her counter and refused to feel any form of emotion. She was just too tired, stifled. She couldn't begin to think about her past, nor who she was, nor what that entails.

She realised that her neighbour was quietly observing her, and she felt a shard of alarm piercing through her.

"You're too naïve, Stella."

Stella, Stella, Stella – who exactly was she? She couldn't quite recall. Nonetheless, she didn't pause too long to ponder about her existence.

"You're too naïve, Stella."

She felt a vein throbbing at the side of her temples and a growing annoyance, "Do I even know you?"

"Yes. And I'm here to pick you."

"You're just begging for more questions. Alright, you're here to pick me and where are we heading to?"

"Rome."

"What?" Stella uttered in disbelief, "I'm sorry but I thought you said Rome."

The pretty lad smiled and placed the plate back into the sink. He washed it clean and Stella almost wanted to cry out at the sheer false sense of normalcy there was to this, but she resisted the urge to. She really didn't feel like expending too much energy at this point. She was just so stifled, and she could feel a growing sense of dread.

Yet, she couldn't pinpoint where or why she was feeling this way – the lad turned, "You heard me right, and there's really not much time to waste."

He said before grabbing her wrist as they disappeared into nothingness.