As the casual, soft swing music played in the back of the large cafe, the trumpets, base, drums, sax, all that, she made her way through the tables with the serving tray balancing perfectly on her well-trained hand.

Her hips swayed in time with the music as she walked around offering the rich guests and anyone really flutes of alcohol, constantly waving cigarette smoke out of her face.

She caught the eye of a few of the mobsters in the corner as she walked by, lighting a cig herself and swayed her hips a bit more than necessary.

She simply smirked, then it all faded.

Suddenly she was walking in a dry, long, deep valley of red-brown rock. She was world-worn and tired, carrying a large pack on her pack with her few things essential to her survival.

She walked slowly, keeping time to the song she was singing with her footsteps. She song was sweet and deep; an old folklore type of tune that her mother sang to her and her siblings before life got in the way of happiness.

That happens a lot, doesn't it?

She stopped and sat under a small outcropping on the side of the valley wall as it began to- a rare occurrence- rain.

Big, heavy, wet and warm drops began falling and she set out a few cans to catch the water.

Then that faded.

She was back in the swing cafe. She found herself where she left off, just with a different song playing. The mobsters were muttering amongst themselves and watching her as she chewed on he end of her cigarette and made her way away and back towards the bar to get more flutes to pass around.

On the way she had to light a couple cigars for some men with their hands full with women.

She was smiling constantly, and not just cos she needed to for the job; it's cos she was happy. This was her life. The dank, thick atmosphere, rich with smoke, smooth music, and the wealth of the time. She absolutely loved it.

It faded once again.

She was on a snowy street in an alley in a bustling city.

She was cold, and her fingertips were white, and her face nice and rosy.

Luckily she was bundled up correctly, in a thick coat and tall boots with hats and gloves with her hair down to keep her neck warm.

She made her way out of the alley, the snow crunching beneath her feet as she turned down the street.

It was snowing lightly and she smiled softly, looking up at the sky and closing her eyes, listening to the few cars pass on the road next to her and the people she was sharing the sidewalk with.

Suddenly she bumped into someone and they both began apologising vigorously.

As she reached down to pick up the glasses that had fallen she bumped heads with them and the apologising began again.

They picked up their glasses and began laughing and stood, and she looked at him.

Fading out again.

She was walking down a normal street in a large and quiet neighbourhood. She had just a thin jacket and hat, it being fall.

The leaves were blowing everywhere in the dry breeze, whipping her hair across her face and drying her skin nearly on contact.

She looked up to her destination, moving her hair out of her face and smiling at the large old house.

She ran up to the door, feeling the wood and loving the well-worn feeling.

She unlocked her new house and quickly ran in, grinning and looking around.

It was dusty, for one way to put it. The furniture was all covered in dark sheets, and there was a layer of dust on everything that wasn't covered. The curtains were open though, letting in the pale autumn light to show the stirred up dust in the shafts of it.

She took in a deep breath, and it faded out.

She appeared again in a pitch black room. She fought to not panic and reached her hands out, feeling carefully and spinning slowly, trying to feel for something that wasn't floor.

Suddenly a light flickered on a fair distance away from her.

It was soft and orange and small, only illuminating a small corner with it's comforting light.

It emanated from a small, plain lamp. She slowly walked towards it, reaching out and looking at her feet as best she could.

It went out again, then another in a fireplace.

Fade out again.

She sat up on a soft, wool rug, in front of a couch, and a chair, and a huge window letting in natural, white light.

She stood and looked around the cabin she was now in, and quickly headed for the door.

Once out and standing on a wood, and most likely handmade, porch, she looked around. She was surrounded by a dense, deep green evergreen forest with a majestic mountain in the not-so-far distance. She got a chill from the mountain wind and pulled her coat closer around her, then stepped out into the small clearing of a yard. She looked back at the log cabin and spun around, taking in the forest and the crisp air. She grinned and then looked up at the overcast sky. This was nice too. There were no sounds but her and the wind and nature. Brilliant.

But of course it faded.

Now she was on the front porch of a different house, looking over lush, green and rolling hills with dark black storm clouds quickly covering the sky.

Her father was ushering her to go down to the cellar for shelter from the storm as he himself pulled a cart of supplies from the shed towards said cellar.

She ignored him and gripped the railing, looking out at the contrast of the green and black and grinning in anticipation of the coming storm.

She jumped as lightning striked then the thunder rolled in, booming and powerful and as warning as could be. Then it began to pour.

Pour and pour and pour, heavy, warm drops fell everywhere, soaking her father who had just then gotten the supplies into the shelter and was soaked to the bone.

She was dry still, standing on the porch, and pulled her hood up and set out to run at the absolute last moment she could.

Lightning came again, and it faded out once again.