The address in the letter led Ellen to a small building right on the very edge of the town's business district. It was a really easy place to overlook and had the word PEACE printed on the glass. If she weren't specifically focused on finding it, though, she would have walked right past it to the flashier businesses. When she walked into the building she was expecting it to suddenly transport her to space, but it was a simple office with a plant in the corner, a Thomas Kinkade painting above ...

Saturday was the only day of the week Ellen never planned anything. She wanted to be alone, with the exception of Megan, and wanted to be able to do whatever it was she wanted. Sometimes she'd read or write and then other times she'd pluck the strings of her acoustic guitar and sing, Johnny Cash lyrics winding from between chapped lips. Today she found herself laying on the couch watching Entertainment Tonight which was featuring some starlette that had let fame go too far to her head. Megan ...