â€œWhat is it Sofia?â€ Her father spoke in a grouchy tone laced with sleepiness and irritation. Sofia explained everything that had happened and her father didnâ€™t seem to believe her. By the time she went to prove that there had been someone the intruder by taking her father into the room (as if he would have still been in there either way) had already left the house. The only evidence was that fairly bag that the intruder had been carrying with him, which had apparently been tossed on her bed just before he had made his escape. She swore under her breath as her father shook his head and told her to get back to sleep and stop worrying. Did he not care that his daughter had been in danger? Had it been her brother she woke up, if he were still living here, he would have cared about her. He would have protected her.<br/><br/>She really needed to get out of here badly. But the job paid well and there were a lot of benefits from being born into a rich family. Just walking away from something you have known all your life was not easy. Besides, she liked what she did even if it was real estate.<br/><br/>As she went to move the bag off her bed curiosity hit her. What had the intruder been here to steal that he needed such a decent sized bag for? Letting that curiosity get the best of her she looked inside at all the various things he had collected. There was not anything that was extremely rare or irreplaceable, again the things around the house were kept more out of intrinsic value as most household nick-knacks were, but it would fare a fine price if it was all sold.  Lifting the heavy bag she sighed and laid it on the floor beside the bed. After that she curled up on her bed, laying there for a good while, still shaken by the events of the night she found that sleep was eluding her a bit. That manâ€™s grin was still etched in her mind, haunting her, yet she was not sure if it was in a good way or a bad way as stupid as that sounded.<br/><br/>With all of those thoughts in mind Sofia woke up the next morning after only getting an hour or so more of sleep. She was still feeling rather tired, not wanting to get out of bed. Downstairs her mother was cooking breakfast for the family like she always did and knew that she would be called down soon. Last night would have been forgotten if not for the bag that still sat in her room, which she pushed aside with her foot after she had gotten out of bed. Everything that was in that bag would be returned to its proper place later. Walking over to the closet she pulled out some clothes and laid them out neatly before heading into the bathroom for a shower. She could still feel the intruderâ€™s hand over her mouth, his other hand on her wrist, she wanted to wash that feeling off and the sooner the better.<br/><br/>Breakfast was eaten like nothing had happened. Her father looked relaxed and a glance outside revealed that the guards were going about their patrols as they always did. As always, the table was quiet. Once breakfast was over with, she then left to go meet with her friend like they had promised each other last night. If there was one person in this world she could vent to, it was her, and boy was she going to love hearing that there had been an intruder.