text: "Olivia, what's this that I found in your room?" Polly asks. "You have nothing to worry about. I'm only planning on using it if you really piss me off," Olivia says. "Using what?" Polly replies. Olivia looks at Polly and sees that she's carrying a binder. Olivia bolts for the book and whacks Polly with a strength for greater than expected for an old woman. Polly falls on her back, and Olivia catches the binder in the air. "You shouldn't have gone in my room. This isn't for public viewing." Olivia wags her finger at Polly. The commotion draws the rest of their roommates to the living to check. Reid's face is covered in shaving cream creating a hilarious white beard. Frida fell asleep in a pile of mud and is covered with dirt and worms crawl around. Jim is covered in feathers. How this happened, no one knows. "What's going on in here?" Reid asks, a splotch of shaving cream lands on his shoulder. "I found a photo album in Olivia's room. For some reason, she hit me over that," Polly says. "You shouldn't go looking in other people's rooms," Frida replies. "Why? What is in your that's so bad?" "Don't worry about it." Frida shakes her head, getting mud everywhere. "I won't use it on you unless you really piss me off." "Well, can you clean your own damn room." Polly pushes herself up and holds out her arms. "I mean look at you three. You are absolutely filthy. I know the world is a trash heap, but that doesn't mean our home has to be one." "Who you calling a trash heap?" Jim starts to cough and feathers come out of his mouth. "I am sick of my room being attacked by raccoons," Polly yells. "That never happens to me. I think that might be a problem with your room," Reid replies. Polly stares at Reid, and her right eye begins to twitch. She bites her tongue and clenches her fist. All signs indicate that this is the moment when she snaps, but she doesn't. She stomps her left foot and walks outside. Her screams of pain fill the night sky. "So what's in this book anyway." Jim holds the binder in his hands. Olivia looks down at her empty hands. "How did you get it so quickly?" Olivia asks. "You gave it to me," Jim says. Olivia shakes her head. "Nevermind, it's from when I was younger," she says. Jim opens it. Reid and Frida looks over his shoulder. Some people look completely different in their youth. Others age merely shaped the clay that was already there. Olivia looks exactly the same in all of them. It was as though she raised to be sixty and stopped aging at that moment. "Wow, you looked...good," Frida says. It's never a good idea to tell someone they looked bad in their youth even Frida understands this. "I looked like garbage. We all did. After the Mieran War though, everyone was desperate. Things got wild." Olivia smiles and nods her head. "We all did." Jim turns to the page to pictures of Olivia with a tall man. In one picture, they're skiing down a mountain; in the distance, people are holding guns shooting at them. In another, they're on the beach. The water in the backroom is filled with soldiers fighting a group of alien creatures In another picture, they're at a romantic dinner, and they're yelling at each other on how to split the bill. Some things never change. "Ah, that was Owen. God, we had some fun together," Olivia says. On the next page, Olivia is visibly pregnant. "I didn't know you had a kid," Jim says. "Yeah, I ditched them at a wartime orphanage the second after I gave birth. I couldn't have a kid cramping my style," Olivia says. "Which orphanage?" Reid says. "I don't know. I remember the headmistress had a giant mole on her nose. I didn't want to say anything, but you never forget a mole like that." "Oh my god, Molly Moley. She was the headmistress of my orphanage, The Improvised Shelter for Kids Who's Parents Were Vaporized," Frida says. "Mine too," Jim says. "Me as well." "What a coincidence. Though you're probably not my kids," Olivia laughs. "No, the four of us met at the orphanage," Reid says. "Molly Moley told me that my mom was rude and spent the entire time yelling at my dad," Jim says. Reid and Frida nod in agreement. "Again, that good mean nothing," Olivia says. "Wait, you could be my mom." Jim drops the book to hug Olivia who pushes him off. "Like hell I am." "Well, do you even remember the name you gave your baby?" Frida asks. "Uh no, I remember nothing about that day." "So you could be one of our moms," Reid says. "Maybe, you'd have to talk to Owen to confirm. Last I checked; he was off trying to rebuild a city somewhere." Olivia's eyes widen. "Wait, does this mean there's a chance Polly is my kid." "No, she was the kid of a staff member," Reid says. "Oh thank god. Well, in that case, there's no harm in checking in with him." Polly screams in the distance. "Besides, she needs some alone time." The four people leave the house. Polly returns to an empty home and smiles. "Finally, I can clean.