Vaggie was sitting on the end of the bed, picking idly at her clothing. She sighed lightly, standing up and walking over to the mirror. Sometimes she wished she understood what Charlie saw in her, all she saw was a broken, fallen angel. She turns her head towards the door as she hears it open.

"Hello?"

She questions, a bit annoyed. She hoped it was Charlie, but it could be any of the idiots living here