Dia's room.  "Found a name yet for the unborn baby?" The voice came. Dia sat up immediately in the bed, as she looked around trying to figure out where the voice came from. Then to her left, she noticed a new mirror hung on the wall.  "Fuck!" She muttered. She knew that that was Grandma's work. She didn't know why the old woman had to enter her room and replace whatever she thought was missing or old in the room.  Most times, she found it difficultly to say whose room the room truly was.  Whether hers or Grandma's.  "If I were a prophet, you know I'll be the richest from accurate predictions." The voice came again as she snapped back to reality. She dragged her bootie back in the bed towards the head of the bed and leaned on it, looking at the mirror.  At first, she was tempted to walk over there and do what she did to the previous one but that would seem like an act of

    Her dance studio.  "Hello, this is Dia, who am I speaking with?" She asked, her eyes keen on the students who were swaying to the rhythm of their hearts, mimicking the steps she had thought them. They were at the verge of perfection and she could say boastfully that they were ready for the presentation at the concert.  That was all she had been doing, only to be intruded by that call. And picking it up, her ears and brain were both at alert awaiting the response. She could had made a guess on who had called, but twas some unknown number.  Then after the long awkward silence which almost forced her to hanging the call, there came a still, feminine but polished voice, "This is Sophia. Calling you from a private firm of Psychology and Human rights. We are called, Lovlock Enterprises GTM, situated in the UK, Canterbury." Dia thought for a while as the British accent paced her mental ken and left her struggling

   At the beach.  "Hey, Max." Dia said over the phone, then came Max's anxious voice, "Hey, Dia. You scared the hell out of me. What is wrong? Why have you been avoiding my calls? Was it because of what happened the previous day. I didn't--" "Max..." She interrupted and he quit talking. She was trying to imagine the kinda expression he was wearing. His cute and innocent face would very much be smothered at that moment, she guessed.  "I'm here, Dia. Couldn't just keep mute since --" "Come to the beach." She interrupted again. Then there came the stutter of Max, "Beach? What beach? You're in --" "Alki." She seemed to take delight in interrupting him. But he didn't mind. He kept coming on and on again.  "But it's fine if you are busy." She said but Max shot, "Of course not. I'll be there in twenty minutes." He said. But before either could han