She said goodbye to the janitor who shook his head at her back. He seemed to feel the same way Cedrick did but he remained silent. If she did it again he would talk to her. She was a bright kid and if she pushed herself he knew she could get far, it was all the jackals she had to fight that were the problem. Slipping out in the cool autumn air she looked around the street, cars zooming by ignoring all except the taxi that was called every once in a while. It was the busiest street and she lived a few blocks down.<br/><br/>Placing her hands in her pockets she started to walk making sure to keep her head held high, mostly because if she lowered it she would trip. Pretty soon she began to wonder if they would change murphy’s law into Maggie’s law. Shaking her head at the prospect she looked both ways before starting to cross the first intersection when a car barreled around the corner. Her heart seemed to stop but before she could react it went right through her. Did that just happen? Moving quickly out of the street to the other side she had to take a few calming breaths. Was there really a car there at all or was she imagining it? Her head turned to see the headlights disappearing down the street.<br/><br/>Another thought came to her as she slowly calmed but for a moment she thought she had seen someone. It was only a slight shimmer right before the car went through her but she did see it. Her eyes scanned around as if looking for that shimmer again but it wasn’t there. She must have imagined it, made it up to ease her mind. The car hadn’t really gone through her either it was just a near miss. Though she kept telling herself those things she didn’t really believe it. Shaking her head again she started for her apartment quickly, slipping the key in once she was there and shutting the door. There was work to do and she knew she would not get done with it until around four am or so. If she were lucky she would get done around two am but that was pushing it.<br/><br/>Setting her keys into a bowl on the counter near the door she sighed knowing it was going to be another long night. She hadn’t bothered to get the mail, she could do that tomorrow. Besides no one really sent her anything anyway. Slipping off her shoes she set them on a mat bellow the counter before locking her door, padlock and handle, then heading to her desk.<br/><br/>The apartment was kind of small, compared to other employees at her work, but for 646 square feet it was good enough for her. The kitchen was too her left, the counter a little longer than it should be since it did reach almost right by her door. A storage space to her left held a stackable washer and dryer, hidden by a collapsible door. A few feet from there down a short hallway were two doors. At the end was the bathroom, right before it to the left in the hallway was her bedroom. The larger space, though not that much bigger than her room, was for living. She’d made a small office area in the far left corner, the other held a few pieces of furniture but nothing special. She had a bookcase with a gap in it for her tv. She enjoyed the simple life and for now that was all she could afford.<br/><br/>Draping her coat over her desk chair she set her back down and opened it, pulling out the work papers. She was still thinking about that car incident. “Who was that?” She wondered out loud briefly for a moment wondering if there really was a; someone or a something she has seen as she took a seat. Pushing that thought aside she tried to focus on her work.<br/><br/>Looking through her papers for a few moments she paused. She thought she saw movement out of the corner of her eye. Head snapping up she said, “anyone there?” She felt stupid for that. No one was there she locked her door. Scanning the room she shook her head and turned back to her work. “Come on Maggie, snap out of it.” She muttered wondering if maybe she did have too much coffee.