"What do you mean you gave our room away?!"

This comment, shouted by one Faygo Silvero, was brought on by their apartment manager.

"I told you, your papers were filed this morning and your personals were deposited in the complementary overnight storage. I suggest you find somewhere else to live. I can’t just kick out new tenants."

"And you can’t just kick out old tenants! We’ve been paying customers for six months!" she retorted, her British accent coming out angrily.

"Paying? Hardly! You two were behind on your rent for two months! Now vacate yourselves from the premises before I call security. I know you’re already acquainted with Brutus, and I don’t want to have to call him to use physical force again on you two." The man sighed and went about his business.

Faygo gave him an exasperated look and turned to her partner, Rachel. The latter gave her a worried look, biting her lower lip and playing with a lock of her wavy, shoulder-length, brown hair that had come loose from her ponytail.

"So…no apartment?" Rachel offered.

"I can’t believe it! How did we have paperwork? Neither of us filled out moving forms, did we?"

"I remember leaving our previous ones out this morning…the ones from when we moved out of the Blue Crow. I can’t believe I could be so stupid!" Rachel hit her forehead with the heel of her hand, furious with herself.

"It’s not your fault, Rachel. The fault is with this bloody apartment complex! They’re insanely behind the times if they still use transfer papers that the Blue Crow had two years ago!" Faygo raged, spinning and going for the door.

Rachel followed and tried to hold back her tears.

It is all my fault. I can’t believe I didn’t have the sense to put those old documents away after going through the drawers this morning! The maid must have found it and assumed that we wanted to move out…

Faygo whipped up her heel and kicked open the already half-detached swinging door when the manager wasn’t looking. She stomped down the steps and turned right, towards the storage garage.

The guard, a portly man named Wallace, recognized her and rolled up the door.

All their worldly belongings, including their clothes, sheets, school supplies, CDs, movies, and Faygo’s extensive collection of knife-oriented weaponry lay in an unceremonious pile in the center of the small room. Faygo’s eyes blazed up when she saw how her precious steel had been treated.

"They…touched…my…knives…"

Rachel saw a volcano about to erupt and hurried to send Wallace away before Faygo blew a fuse and began throwing things, up to and including her personal arsenal.

"Faygo, calm down. This is my fault and I’m going to find us somewhere to stay. You stay here and make sure no one steals anything, ok? You can…um…yeah, just stay here, all right? I promise I’ll be back in less than an hour! There’s bound to be one room somewhere within walking distance of the college…"

Rachel left the stock-still girl and, grabbing her purse, started walking around the downtown area, trying to find a vacancy in a long-term apartment complex.