Becoming an adult flim actress, it hurt. Leaving a migraine on the temple, just as leaving your childhood archetypal punk-rocker behind in Arcadia Bay to purse stardom instead.

Not paying much mind to the door while applying lip gloss in risqué attire. A hand slammed on the table, knocking cosmetics into shambles on the ground.

"So, little miss perfect is too good to contact her best friend in five years, huh? That's half a century."