Lucy Godfrey

As she turned the key in her apartment door, Lucy Godfrey reflected back upon the bewildering events of the evening. After getting off work from her crummy desk job, she had stopped to pick up some much needed groceries and supplies for her new place. Arriving home, she found her apartment building swarming with cops and emergency service workers. No one was being allowed into the building without a painstaking interview with the officer in charge, and he was taking his job very seriously. Lucy was surprised that he hadn't asked for a urine sample and a birth certificate! Eventually, a call to her landlord was made for verification, and she was allowed to go up to her apartment. This is not what happens to a girl from Small Town, USA, thankyouverymuch, she thought to herself.

She was so wrapped up in her own thoughts, she didn't realize that the door was already unlocked, so she locked it again. Finally getting the door open, she rushed inside, dropping packages and groceries along the way to her bedroom. "Finally!" she sighed as she slumped down on her bed and began to unzip her boots. While the sexy Italian leather boots were perfect for date night, they were not the best choice for waiting outside in the cold for an hour, and her feet were screaming. She was so enraptured by the new feeling in her toes that her normally keen senses were not alerted by the bathroom door that was slightly ajar. Or by the absence of her cantankerous cat, Moe.

"Gee, Moe, I wasn't sure I'd ever make it home," Lucy said. "You should have seen all the people! You would've hated it! Apparently, some old lady from downstairs finally ate it today. Cops everywhere!

 Hey, Moe?

 Mooooeee!

 Here, kitty, kitty!

 Moe?"

Lucy instantly noticed how quiet the apartment was. Not that it was normally a bustling thoroughfare, but at least Moe usually greeted her when she came home. Now, there was nothing but the muted sounds of emergency workers finishing up downstairs. Suddenly, St. Louis seemed like a very lonely place to Lucy, and she really wanted Moe.

"Moe! Here, kitty, kitty!" Lucy called once again.

Stepping gingerly onto her aching feet, Lucy got off of her bed and began to search for Moe. She didn't even bother with under her bed. A mouse would be lucky to fit under there, much less her twenty pound long haired cat. She made it across the room to her bathroom door, which she normally left shut for obvious reasons, but which was cracked open now. Senses tingling, Lucy picked up the nearest thing she could find to use as a weapon. Closing her hand on the neck of her guitar, she picked it up like a bat, ready to strike. Using her foot, she swung the door open just as Moe jumped out of the bathtub.

Shrieking loudly, Lucy took a swing at the air!

"Holy cow, Moe, you just about got it!" Lucy screamed at the startled cat.

Dropping to the floor to scoop up Moe, Lucy let out a nervous laugh. Stroking the fur on the back of Moe's neck, Lucy said,"You scared me half to death, Moe. How'd you get in here, huh?" Hugging the cat close, Lucy stood up and moved in front of the mirror, and began to tremble.

Written on the mirror in Lucy's favorite pink lipstick were the words:

SEE YOU NEXT TIME, LUCY.