<em><strong>Chelsea Damariz</strong> - welcoming Kathleen Anzaker to the ShareHouse...</em><br/><hr/>Chelsea had just flipped to the Science Channel, where baboons had just relaxed in a Japanese hot spring, when she heard a knock at her door. She could hear a voice as well as a truck outside, but the pouring rain drowned the sounds out - it could barely be heard. Removing her crumb-infested blanket off of her, sending the rest of her cookies onto the floor. Chelsea pushed herself up and walked in her pajamas and white hoodie, with her hair tied back, to the foyer. Flipping a switch, she illuminated the darkened foyer with light from a cheap chandelier, which would also alert the person outside of an 'awake' presence inside the house. The blinds covering the windows made it hard to see inside the house from outside. Chelsea parted the blinds a bit to see who was behind the door, but she could only see what looked like a plastic-packaged motorcycle and luggage. Signs of the moving truck disappeared as it left the street.<br/><br/>Not wanting to keep the guest waiting outside in the cold, probably soaked by the rain as well, Chelsea unbolted the door and released the brass chain. Turning the knob, Chelsea was sure the sound of the door opening was like salvation to the one needing to be saved. Behind the door, now illuminated by the light in the foyer was a girl with dark hair, though, the rain may have only made it dark in the light. Groggy-eyed, and her voice with the signs of late-night phlegm creeping from her belly, Chelsea said, "Yes? ... Are ... are you a tenant?" She tried to keep her eyes open, not wanting to be rude to her guest.