Alley Daye with a battered carryall slung on her shoulder with nothing but her meager possession of a tattered photograph, a letter, 200 dollars, and some clothes that had seen better days went on what she called her 5 million dollar adventure. In three days she would show life that pitches her into the world with nothing but a bitter start that she too had a happy ending and there was a cloud out there with her silver lining. Her time had come. It was time she reached out and take a slice out of life. What had the old lady said on the phone again? "No one knows they need fixing until they have been broken, Scarlett Ruins have been broken so long and I believe you're the one to fix it, but mind you my dear child this is no ordinary house..." Shit! all she knew that fresh out of an orphanage and no longer award of the state she needed to get a 5 million dollar fix and mend her tattered life and set her and Layla free. If only however she had listened closely to what was said by the old lady, but 5 million dollars and her need to prove that she was worth something overshadowed all judgments and rationality. Who the fuck listens after they were told they were only three days away from 5 million dollars?