When Luna didn't immediately die, she opened her eyes, only to see the semi had already driven away. She couldn't explain how or why it had happened. She momentarily heard a dog bark but it soon stopped. She tied her shoe back and stood up before walking on towards her apartment. It wasn't long until she made it to the building her apartment was in. It was in a small suburb, and was within walking distance to her work. The building itself was quite old and was slowly beginning to show signs of aging. Luna grabbed her key and opened the main door before walking inside. She closed the main door before walking up two flights of stairs and unlocking the first door on the right. Upon unlocking it, she opened the door to hear vigorous meowing. She sighed before shutting the door and turning on her living room light.<br/><br/>"Hush, cat! I'm here okay?" Luna groaned as she took off her jacket and placed it on the coat rack, along with her set of keys. Taking off her shoes, she was greeted by a very vocal Siamese cat. He kept meowing as he rubbed himself against her pants, causing his fur to stick to the wet fabric. A look of frustration appeared on her face as she took off her pants and work shirt, leaving her exposed body in a pink, lace bra with matching panties. The cat seemed to twitch his tail in protest when the wet pants collapsed onto him. Luna walked over to the white couch that set in her living room and turned on the small, black analog tv that set in the floor. While she didn't watch the television much, she did appreciate having sound while she was home alone. The cat jumped onto the couch and jumped onto the head of the couch before making himself comfortable behind the woman's head.<br/><br/>"Meow," the cat vocalized as he purred happily. Chuckling, Luna began petting the cat for a few moments before laying on the couch and covering herself up with the blanket that was left from the night before. Since moving into that apartment, she always had nightmares sleeping in her room, so she started sleeping on the couch and it seemed to stop most of the nightmares. She didn't quite understand how moving into the living room helped, but it did and that was good enough for her.