Resident of the Moon wouldn't have been Amanda

Resident of the Moon wouldn't have been Amanda Widdershins' first choice, but the people of Earth were so noisy these days. She looked around at her sparse habitat. It was fine. S

He could finally sleep all night and fold stories all day. Earthlings were, in her opinion, too obsessed with Donald Trump threatening to dismantle the rotted empire to function

But that had never stopped them before... Even with the looming threat of a toppled empire, he could never forget the sour stench of their breath.

Or the disorganized clamour that filled their streets and homes. Everything back on Earth seemed so... angry. Such a contrast to the peaceful astral body she now called her home.

“Heavens,” she dreamily murmured as she put on her headphones. She scrolled through her lofi calm playlist of music before picking the right tune for the moment. Nothing chaotic

that would cause her to have another mental breakdown today. As she sat and listened to the wonderful sounds, her roommate comes in the room screaming at her! "WHAT DID YOU DO WITH

MY MOTHER?" The girl just lost it. Out the window she went, flying like a bird into the deep blue sky, leaving her livid roommate and his mother behind. The flight of fancy was the

best experience she had ever had. she knew it was a lifetime achievement, ans she was concerned about what was coming…. was that the right moment to reveal her real intentions?

She straightened her wig and slid her palm along the leather skin of her purse, reassuring herself the gun was still there, ready to be drawn.

With a determined look on her face, she stepped out of the car and walked towards the abandoned warehouse, ready to confront the danger that lay ahead.