Gina woke up to the sound of door bell, and in her head she’s thinking “Who the hell rings up so early in the morning?” Nevertheless, she pulled on a thin cardigan and walked out. She had bubble tea last night and couldn’t sleeo until wee hour in the morning. What makes it better? Jim’s notorious snoring, even Bob next door sometimes complains to her that he thought they never turned off some kind of raw ring machine in their room. It’s a spacious master bedroom and often very quiet. She opened the door and to her surprise, Fanny is standing in the door way, luggage in her hand and a travel pillow sling on top of the handle. “Fanny??? Why are you here? Aren’t you supposed to be back in your home country now?” “I came here to look for Bobby.” “But... Bob is not around right now. He went to work.” “Oh ok... hmm... I will come back tonight. What time does he gets back?” “Errr, usually around 8 or 9 cos he always eats outside, you know him very well he doesn’t cook.” “Alright then ...