Calliope had been a bit lost since arriving in Miami. Through the years, she had managed to save a considerable sum of money, and had learned all about the modern technology. Yet, finding her way through the city was annerving. Finally, however, she had tracked down the man who had been having such a good run of 'inspiration' and he had given her the name of his assistant... and her address.
Taking a deep breath, she pushed her loose curls from her face and knocked at the door of, who she thought was, a sister.