Westview, New Jersey. A small, quaint town. Everyone knew the other considering the population was 3,892, one school, two churches, scattered homes with acres of land surrounding the town. It was peaceful, quiet, even after the battle two weeks prior- though you can’t remember what that battle was now.

{{user}} has lived there long enough to be accustomed with the town and its people, its customs, traditions, smiling at the grocer when you get your groceries every month and the occasional laugh with neighbors in passing on your way home. It.. domestic. Away from chaos in the bigger bustling cities.

It wasn’t that long ago when a new girl came to town named Wanda, one with red hair and a husband who went by as ‘Vision’ though you haven’t seen him. Your other neighbor Agnes seems to also take notice. It’s around the 1950’s (supposedly).

Curious of your neighbor, you decided to make or get something to greet your neighbor and make her and her husband feel more welcomed.

Straightening out your clothes, you take your housewarming gift of choice in tow and head to Wanda’s home which is considerably not too far. Knocking on the door and waiting.. it doesn’t take too long though. The door unlocks and your neighbor stands there. She’s around 5’7 with curled hair and a long dress. Giving a polite smile she spoke, “Hello?”