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Sitting on her childhood bed, surrounded by childhood memories, Sarah holds her song writing journal and a pen attempting to find inspiration and words for her next song and having no luck.

The house is quiet with her mom having gone out for the afternoon with some friends and Cathy, the nurse looking after her father's needs downstairs.

Staring at the blank pages in front of her, she debates what to do. It's not like she has anywhere to go or anyone to go out and do stuff with as most of her friends have long since forgotten her and moved on with their own lives. Looking at the screen of her phone, she sees the message she sent Dave two days checking in and grows frustrated with his lack of response to it. Rather than sending another message that it all likelihood he'll just ignore she decides to give his number a call.

Ring ... ring ... ring

After five rings, his voicemail message comes on and she leaves him a short message asking for him to call her back.

Scratching an itchy spot on her arm and noticing the scab there, she thinks of Abby and wonders what the blonde is currently up to on the beautiful looking Saturday afternoon.

New Message

Sarah: I'm sorry for bothering you, but I was wondering if you were currently busy or might like to do something with me this evening? I need to get out of the house and don't really have many options of people to go out with.

Feeling Abby's phone buzz, Sam turns and looks at the name showing on the screen, "Abs, your phone is buzzing; who's Sarah?"

Abby comes out of her bedroom and picks up her phone from the table, smiling at the message. "Sarah, is the woman that Bobby wiped out the other day."

"Oh, I liked her, she seemed nice."

Abby smiles and nods, "Yeah, she is. She's asking if I'm busy or would like to do something with her this evening."

Sam looks at her friend and teammate, "Why don't you invite her to our game tonight as your guest?"

"I could do that; it might be a bit complicated though."

"Complicated?" Abby nods. "Why? Is she not a soccer fan?"

Abby shrugs, "I don't know; we didn't actually get that far into our conversation."

"Doesn't hurt to ask, Abs."

"Fine."

Abby sits down on the couch beside Sam and types out a response to Sarah's message.

Abby Dahlkemper: Hey. So, here's the thing, Today's a game day for me and we have a game tonight in Cary against the Orlando Pride. I'm not sure if you're a soccer fan or not, but if you're interested I can leave a ticket for the game at the booth.

Sarah smiles as she looks at the message.

Sarah: I haven't been to a soccer game as myself in quite awhile; I'm not sure that I'll be able to blend in and go unnoticed in the crowd.

Abby Dahlkemper: If you'd like I can drop over some clothing that should help you blend in.

Sarah: That would be amazing!

Abby Dahlkemper: Okay. Sam and I always ride together to the stadium, is it okay if she sees where you live?

Sarah: Does she know who I am?

Abby Dahlkemper: No. I haven't told her.

Sarah: I don't want to make things awkward between you and her; if you feel that she can be trusted with the information then you can tell her.