Once the men were gone from her sight, Luna cautiously carried the feline back to her apartment. Simon was growling as his tail swished violently. His new owner assumed that he didn't like the cold, or that he didn't like her just yet. Once inside the apartment, she opened the carrier, only for Simon to dash out and pounce onto the top of her couch. A yawn escaped his mouth before he curled up. This had surprised Luna greatly. Maybe Simon had reacted so poorly at the animal shelter because it was a foreign place in his eyes. Maybe he wasn't a terrible feline at all.<br/><br/>"Well, I'm glad you like it here," she said to the cat even though he couldn't talk back, "I'm going to run to the store and grab some things you'll need before going to meet with that man. Just don't pee on my things, and we'll be cool. Okay?" Simon let out a yawn before closing his eyes. The woman took that as a sign that he either agreed or was a sneaky little bastard. She placed the carrier onto the floor and took off the man's coat before putting her own back on. With the coat in her arms, she had left the apartment, and headed back out into the bitter cold. The wind was just as inviting as it was earlier, and in this case, it wasn't.<br/><br/>After her trip to the market, she had purchased everything Simon would need for his new home: Cat litter, cat litter box, food, food bowls, cat bed, cat toys, etc. It was quite a hefty purchase, but Luna knew cats weren't cheap. When she was younger, she had a cat that helped her greatly after some tragic events happened in her life. The cat remained faithful to her, even watching her in the window sill. While most found it odd, Luna saw it as the cat being her guardian angel. Sadly, at the age of nine years old, the feline was killed by a pack of coyotes. The event had shattered Luna's heart, and some days, she still tears up over her fallen friend. Simon could never take the place of Smokie, the feline that used to belong to Luna, he would have his own special place in her heart. He was wounded and scarred, much like she was. She felt a kinship with him.<br/><br/>Once she had gathered her things, she took them back to the apartment before making her way to the cafe. Her heart pounded with nervousness as she drew closer and closer to the destination. She had a gut wrenching feeling that something was going to happen. That feeling, however, was a rather grim one. Her memories began running back towards the day of the event that changed her life. She was six years old, and was being babysit by a family friend. He was a friend of her father's and she didn't think he would hurt her in any way. While her father was out for errands, the man coaxed Luna into her bedroom before shutting the door. What happened next was rather heartbreaking to remember. She was molested and raped by this man, and all while begging him to stop. Luna had snapped into reality as she saw tears gushing down her face. The areas where tears had drained, were much colder than the dry areas of her cheeks. Her eyes were also stinging due to the cold and the wind against her moistened eyes.<br/><br/>When the cafe door was opened, she walked in and sat down next to the hostess station. She wanted to be close to an exit as well as close to other people. This was all precaution in case something went wrong with the return of the coat. She hadn't heard of many crimes in Boulder, but they were known to happen and not get reported. The most you'd hear of was drug arrests, robberies, murders, and so forth. You never heard of sexual abuse, sexual assault, or even rape. It just wasn't heard of, yet everyone knew it happened. It was a frightening time to be alive.