Alkippe sits on her couch within her apartment.   The couch is a black leather couch.   It is not a whole couch,  it is part of a sectional couch.   One end of it, as the one end of the sectional is more like one of the sedan couches of during her time.   It is the largest  one she could find.    For she is a giantess amongst the people of this time.   She has to keep her feet and legs drawn up to fit on the couch.    The rest of the apartment is furnish like any other modern day apartment.   Equipped even with a fifty five inch flat screen tv across the room on the wall.  Through it is of, and rarely is up   For she had no real use for what is called television.<br/><br/>Strangely enough what has this giantess musing over is a letter from the past,  nearly two years ago.   The letter that had been sent out to many others also.   Of having to join the Freedom Phalanx.    Or be labeled as Arachnos sympathizers.    There had  been no choice for her.   She is Amazonia,  a heroine from antiquity of Greece.  She signed that day when she had gotten the letter.   To be a heroine of the Freedom Phalanx.<br/><br/>Setting down the letter,  the nostalgia of past put aside.    Alkippe would blur into her heroine costume.   Ready to begin heading out,  to further the fight in reclaiming all of Paragon from the clutches of evil that had ensnared and stolen part of the city on the day of flames.   She would look to her counter top and realize she had left out the milk.   Rising up she move over to the milk and taking it up she put it in the fridge.  A modern convenience  she found most appreciative of.  With that done,  now in her Amazonia mindset,  she head out to once again bring the fight to evil.