<Magenta wandered upstairs & into the attic that she & Riff Raff used to spend so much time in. Now she felt like she barely knew him. The +

+ pair now hardly ever saw one another. It killed Genta. Had she done something wrong? With a soft sigh she pulled out the one chair they'd+

+managed to "borrow" from the zen room & tossed herself onto it. It was odd to be alone. Especially in /this/ room. The Domestic had always+

+looked forward to the time when she & her dear brother would sneak upstairs to be alone together. She still did, however the opportunities+

+ to do so grew more & more rare. Frank overworked him of course. She was overworked just the same. But in the past they had made time for +

+ each other no matter what the cost. Riff had made that very clear. He would never leave her like this... Yet here she was. Alone with her+

+ thoughts. Without Frank's demands or Columbia's squeaking voice. Without the one she truly wanted to be alone with. Her eyes fell closed +

+ & she forced herself to think of other things. To cheer herself up. She could do it alone couldn't she? Her mind wandered to the shores +

+of Transylvania. To her home. Curiously she wondered what may be going on up there right now. What extravagant party was one of the nobles+

+ throwing? Were there even any nobles left? Where were her schoolmates? What were they doing? Not trapped in a castle on a terrible planet+

+ with a terrible master Magenta was certain. Some nights she would get so homesick. Columbia felt bad & would always try to help but she +

+ could never truly understand for this planet was her home. Columbia didn't understand much of anything, but if Genta allowed herself to +

+ be honest, she considered her a true friend. The Domestic's deep red lips formed a small grin as she recalled the time Columbia tried to +

+ help her bake a cake for Riff Raff's birthday. They'd ended up tossing flour at each other & eating half the chocolate batter. She could +

+ be such a child sometimes... The cake made her think of Riff of course. And how she was still by herself. Her eyes opened & looked around+

+ only to confirm her suspicions. Her grin faded as her gaze lowered to the feather duster she'd dropped onto the floor. If she didn't get +

+ back to work Frank would surely punish her. Pushing herself up she grabbed the duster & headed to the door. Just before closing it +

+ behind her she took a glance over her shoulder at the empty attic. No one used it, she doubted anyone even remembered it was there. It +

+ would wait quietly. Empty & ready for the lovers to return when the time was right. Magenta prayed it was soon for she wasn't certain how+

+ much longer she could bear it away from her darling brother...>