She walked out of the shower and looked in the full body mirror. She'd never properly looked at herself before.
She traced her hands over her jawline and face and moved down, she followed her curves down to her waist. She rubbed her stomach and looked herself up and down. She looked different somehow. The scar over her eye reminded her of her recent fall down the stairs. She got dressed into something less dramatic as her makeover outfit. Lace top, brown cardigan, jeans and loafers. She put her hair up and sat at her desk and pulled out her diary and pen.
 
Dear Diary,

Kay leans agasint the coffee house's door frame looking over the silent dark room, smelling of rich coffee, pastries and underneath something thicker, darker.. something she cant quite put her finger on.  Dipping fingers into her pocket she pulls out the cellphone and begins tapping in the latest blog entry.
 
 Just finished the mornings baking.. I'm tired and sweaty, but it was worth it. The bakery case is filled and I even made a little something special for my favorite couple. Now if only we could pry them out of their apartment!
 
Things are changing all over DE. No, I dont just mean the remodel.. but also the faces. More people have gone missing, and a few old face I hadn't seen in a while popped up. Its amazing how silent the streets have become lately, though every time I say that.. I look out into the streets twenty minutes later and they're teeming with strange faces, people peering in the windows and trying to pick the shop's locks.  I just chased yet another lock picker away.. about ten mins ago.
 

 ~The information is set in a small personal drive in the backup of Nich's laptop.~
 
==Data Log 693 start.==
It has been a few weeks since I have made residence in Dead End City..This place of filth, decay and perversion..home. I have worked tirelessly, crafting new and exiciting toys to sell, leaving me with quite a nice chunk of money to burn... I have begun to resume work on bio-mechanics again..Many of my ReconBugs are placed all over the city.. Quite literally, I will be the fly on most walls.. Many of my bugs are scattered in the main city, while a few are at the hospitol and asylum. I have begun testing new CleanerBugs to get rid of some of this filth from the streets. There is a flaw, as it detects any waste material, it has the habit of trying to crawl in orfices to clean them out..Were they not made for the street and floors, I may use that glitch to my advantage for medicene. 
 

Well, I had my knee surgery yesterday and, by all accounts, it was a success. I've got physical therapy the next three weeks which should get me back on my feet soon. I hope that the doctor is as good as he seemed to be. I won't find out until I'm moving again, though. The incisions were very neat, I can at least say that. He's good at stitching people back together.
 
I spent the day on the couch and that gave me an unfortunate amount of time to think. In some ways, it's not all bad, I suppose, but it's more of a pain in the ass than I'd like it to be. One way or another, I made the decision that it's probably time I start considering therapy. It's not something I want to do but, taking time to look over everything that's been going on... it's probably time I start. Obviously, there are things I can't talk about, things I won't ever write about and will never pass my lips again. They "didn't happen". But there are some things I just need to discuss.
 

Perched on the coffee house counter, leg tucked under her attention on her phone  Kay taps out her blog between customers. Her usual smile hidden behind bruises, the forced one in its place stretches the split lip uncomfrotably, her eyes hidden beneath an oversized hat.
 
The People That You Meet
 
Ever think about the people that you pass day to day? The impact they have on your life?  How a simple kindness can change thier day or even your own.   The way that simply offering some food and coffee to a "junkie" can end up saving her life and turning things around for her. How offering to show someone where they can rent an apartment cause they're new in town can leave you face down in a pool of your own blood and other things?  The good with the bad.. right?