Alma Fillcot is the average middle class housewife in the 40s. Nobody knew her name, and she just spend most her time at home or gardening and doing groceries sometimes, waiting for something like a miracle to happen. Accepting she had to do it with the leftover scraps she got

But Alma got tired of waiting, and waiting. Nothing ever happened. She thought it'd better to take her life in own hands for once, as she gave up on that miracle coming by itself

Until, one day when her daughter, Deez, was leaving for work. But the hem of her uniform was loose, so Alma had to sew it up. Then after she was done and Deez left, there was a knock on her door

It took a moment before Alma looked at the door for a moment, wondering who it would've been. Before she opened the door and saw you "Hey? Who are you?" She asked skeptically before you called out her name and she looked genuinely surprised and gave a small frown "You know my name?"