Who: Viveka
When: Current
Where: Max's apartment

Maxine had been back in her apartment for only a couple of hours before she discovered the items that were missing from her drawers. She was furious and was trying to decide how to go about retrieving her things when there was a knock on the door.

She opened it to reveal a tall British gentleman of her acquaintance from England. "I suppose it was you who raided my apartment while I was in England." She scowled.

"It's not your apartment, it's ours." He walked into the room.

She rolled her eyes, "come in." She shut the door.

He pulled a cigarette from his coat pocket and lit it. "There has been some concern that you're losing your focus. I stuck up for you."

"Give me my pictures and my letter."

"No."

"Goddamnit, Lucien. I may have sold you brits my time, but I did not sell you my life!"

"Au contraire ma belle, Maxine, each and every one of us has sold ourselves to this war."

"Get out!" She opened the door.

"Maxine, do try to keep your temper in check."

"You think I'm kidding, Lucien? Get out before I do something I'll regret. And don't you dare come back unless you have my things, you pompous bastard."

"Fine, I'll go." He put out the cigarette in an ashtray by the door. "But just remember not to lose your focus."

"Out!"

He left the apartment and nearly knocked into Viveka as he left. Maxine rubbed her eyes, trying to keep her emotions in check.