Starting at the light bulb in her kitchen she tapped her finger against her jeans, Rita was unsure how to tackle the light bulb that didn't seem to work anymore. She didn't want to physically attack it as such but she definitely needed to be able to reach and detach the bulb from the ceiling before replacing it with a new one. All while avoiding from electrocuting herself. There were two small issues in Rita's plan. She was insanely small for being nineteen years old. Just under five foot to be exact. Her apartment also had dodgy electricity that just loved to electrocute whoever came in its path.

Rita stared at the bulb as she hatched her plan, her main priority being that to not electrocute herself. That was the last thing she wanted to do. After a minute of an intense staring contest with the light bulb, Rita decided the best thing was to grow up (preferably in height) and replace the bulb. 

After she made her way through the sea of useless items she still held in her apartment after her foster mother's death. She searched the small room that was next to the kitchen, she found the small metal step ladder, which may not be able to allow her to change the bulb and get away harm free but it did set her at ease knowing that she now had an advantage: she could now actually reach the bulb.

Rita carefully began to unscrew the bulb before yelping in pain as she felt volts of electricity surge through her body before she completely lost her balance from her jump of fright.

She fell from the small step ladder and hit her head hard against the floor, her vision became blurry before it was replaced with nothing but pitch black as if it suddenly became night time. The only noise she could hear was the shattering of the bulb which had seemed to come loose from the circuit and smash into tiny pieces against the cold kitchen floor.

There was then silence as Rita became unconscious from the blow to her head.