Snippet #2240091

For once Fiona didn't want coffee, she didn't want to talk, and she honestly didn't want to do anything. She closed her eyes for a moment before taking in a deep breath. She opened her eyes and finally looked at him; she shifted uncomfortably in her chair. "It is just like any other break in. Except he crashed through my living room window, and fell onto my living room floor," She said finally, and ran a hand through her hair. "It is really hard to explain without you thinking I am crazy. What I saw in there was something no one would believe if I told them." She leaned back in her seat with her arms crossed over her chest. She looked down at her lap, and frowned. She wasn't like one of those people who just acted as if everything was alright because right now nothing was alright. She didn't know what was going on and she didn't think anyone could really explain to her what's going on.