Cursing herself for being too distracted to remember to grab an umbrella when she'd left her apartment, Gillian leapfrogged from awning to awning, although the downpour was heavy enough that she looked like a drowned rat anyway.  She'd started the day feeling sorry for herself, looking through her scrapbooks of Devon, rereading cards that he'd given her and getting lost in his eyes in the myriad pictures she'd taken of him.  She'd very carefully cut herself out of any of the pictures of them together, throwing them in a big iron cauldron that she kept around for Halloween pranks because she was unable to stand the sight of herself 40 pounds lighter, then stuffing herself full of chocolate cream pie while she watched them burn.  Her eyes and nose would have burned from the stench if it hadn't been for her bawling, crying so hard that she could hardly swallow the barely chewed mouthfuls of pie.<br/><br/>By noon she'd put the scrapbooks away and set about manically cleaning her apartment, if only to distract herself from the fact that she was sick to her stomach.  It was Saturday and weekends were torturous, her breakup with her boyfriend of seven years too fresh in her mind to allow her to enjoy time to herself.  It had been six days since he'd shattered her heart, and she'd spent them alternating between glutting herself, sobbing uncontrollably, and trying to act as if nothing had changed.  Needless to say she'd only succeeded on two counts.  After managing to knock her TV to the floor when her vacuuming became a bit overzealous, she decided to go out, although she had no particular destination in mind.<br/><br/>Leapfrogging to another awning she decided to go inside on a whim, not really paying attention to what type of store it was, just opening the door and pausing once she was inside to push her sopping wet hair out of her eyes.  She had no idea how far from home she was, but she'd been walking for about forty minutes when the sky had opened up.  As she looked around she realized that she'd never noticed this store before and momentarily forgot about her woes, fascinated by the treasures that surrounded her.<br/><br/>She didn't really look at the man who spoke to her, replying distractedly, "Ummm... no... I'm not looking for anything in particular..."