The air smelt the same, and the streets looked still the same. Macy arrived in the early hours of the morning at an old building, which was the same way it had been for years.

No changed at all, the paints were all worn out, making the building look ancient. Macy stepped out of the cab she hailed and walked toward the gate of the house.

It felt like she had not been here for years, everything seemed to have changed in eight months since she last visited.

Macy knocked on the door twice but ...