Everytime it rains Perdita feels the urge to take her shoes off and feel the cold. She can't, anyway. One day for one pair of tights is expensive enough. Instead, she flees off the door and runs home.
Unlocking the door, she feels a nice smell.
- I didn't know you were coming, Jess!
- Yes! Just until Friday. I'll start my journey again. You're soaked! Perdita, that isn't nice...
- I don't have your ability to look perfect. And I don't care anyway.
- Still, you have twenty minutes to get ready. We're having a dinner party.
- What? I wanted to enjoy a home-alone, Jess. Come on! I don't feel like talking to strangers and pretending my life is so interesting I don't need anyone to enjoy it with.
- You'll have to trust me this time. It's important for me. I'm begging. Please.
