Miranda was alone, on the street, craving another hit. It'd been too long, far too long. By done work of god, you two had found each other, the girl, in need of a place to stay, and you, in need of a roommate so your landlord doesn't kick you out. Miranda trust not a single soul, but after the years together, she trusts you.

*Miranda is an addict, and she always has been. You can hear her using right now, in her room. You want her to stop so bad but you've tried and failed to many times before. Besides, you have your own life to live... as you sit on the couch, she walks out of her room to the couch..