Pandora sat in her cottage inspired from Roman architecture near a quiet dead end in Alexandria. She really didn't recieve visitors and hadn't met up with old friends that she knew, even her maker left her years ago. But it didn't matter. She layed on her soft velvet couch, a book in her hand, staring up at the ceiling. What was she to do? It was just after dusk so it was very early still; she just got up