Ria's POV
The world's empty and quiet.
When the twilight fades to blackness it lights a fire inside my guts.
It burns away the drabness of the day, the clock in and the clock out, the mechanized life, robotic and cold.
The night means downtown is lit by the neon lights of the clubs and bars, shinning on the rain-kissed sidewalks.
At night you can be anybody and no-one cares who you really are.
The stars are somewhere behind the haze of black cloud that is stretched thinly above and the transitory moonlight bleaches the grey-scale world momentarily, and then it is gone.
I inch closer to the window and allow my mind to wander ahead. It's no secret to anyone that I'm overflowed with worry as hell.
I call the office every hour or any chances I get.
That's enough to show them h
