Saraya sat on the red couch in her living room, watching a episode of Friends as she sits in one of her Pateron chats: updating a few supporters on her day in the life video. She had grown content over this for the last few weeks, she was good. This was a good place to be.

She had everything she needed: friends, her dogs and her bird. Everything was finally falling back into place.

Ozzy's bark was the first thing she heard, before the doorbell even rang.

"One second!" Saraya yelled slightly confused, slipping on her house shoes before rushing to the front window and peeking out. She hadn't been expecting anyone. Especially not a young woman holding a dinner dish.