Ivy set her bowl on the couch and put her face in her hands, rubbing her eyes. She sighed and kept her face covered for a moment before lowering her hands. She wanted to get up and scream at them all and throw furniture, but she knew that wasn't wise. Instead she sighed heavily. No matter how much time or space passed, it was just yesterday to her that she was partying and trying to forget who she was. She chuckled lightly and shook her head.<br/><br/>"They dug up the wrong girl...you've been nice Droox, and I appreciate that. I like you too, but you don't know me. You don't know what I came from, or where I was going. I don't really know you either. Droox...if I could do anything right now..."<br/><br/>She didn't finish the sentance, knowing they were listening. What she would do was probably find this awful evil criminal place, get drugged up, and party until someone killed her or she killed herself.