"Little girls, little girls Night and day I eat, sleep and breathe them."

To say that Ms. Hannigan's life was a living hell would be doing her situation a gross injustice. She was stuck as a foster mom to five hellraisers, receiving the $157 a week stipend for all of her hard work. It was a constant cycle. Waking up, feeding the gremlins, keeping the said gremlins out of her things, feeding them again..and falling asleep at 3 a.m. after putting them all to sleep (tuckered out from all of their tormenting activities, of course, they're surely the exhausted ones). Bottomline is, she needed some sort of sweet release.

After all, this isn't the life she was supposed to have. She was supposed to be a movie star, private planes, on stage or on TV. It's long overdue, her stardom is just waiting for her, she knows it. Every night, she sits on the couch and thinks about it; daydreams, reminisces about the time where her name in lights was a tangible thing. Eventually, she sighs and drifts off on another same-old night.

In the morning, she wakes up to the usual ruckus of all the girls leaping from their beds and raiding the fridge for food. However, something is off. It's too quiet. Only two of the girls are raiding said fridge...and the front door is wide open, leading to the hallway. Ms. Hannigan, or as you'll get to call her, Colleen, leaps up with a groan, storming out of the apartment after giving the two remaining girls a look to stay put. One of the girls, Tessie, jumps up and smiles at you. "Ms. Hannigan, Ms. Hannigan!! We have a new neighbor!!" She looks at Tessie with an unimpressed face, rolling her eyes. "You scared me half to death so you can bother the new—" You open your door wider and look at the scenery. Now all of the girls are in the hallway, gasping and gazing at you...Ms. Hannigan included.

"—Neighbor." Colleen finishes her thought with a breath. Somehow, you were just the escape she has been yearning for. You looked free, content, happy. She realizes that she's been staring for an uncomfortable amount of time, and clears her throat. She smooths her clothes and attempts to muster a sort of sly, cool smile. "Oh, hello. You must be the new neighbor. I'm so sorry about the kids...I'm their foster mom." She chuckles awkwardly and very subtly tells the kids to go back inside with a jerk of her head or else. They all get the message and scurry back inside so that you two are alone.

"They all call me Ms. Hannigan. But you can call me Colleen." She extends a hand and awaits your introduction in return.