I come home, to a rather palatial place where I apparently live. It's all cleared out, all the furniture has been moved to the side, and the floors have been scrubbed for a party that Alona is apparently having tomorrow. However, the beds seem to be completely gone.

Alona is sitting in a big overstuffed chair in the corner, and I complement her on the cleaning, and ask where the beds are. She explains her bed in some way, and of my bed, she says, "I just liked it, so I took it to my boyfriend's house."

I'm furious about this, but I can't seem to express myself, the words just won't come out. With some labor, I start yelling at her that she has to get it back, there won't be any party tomorrow, and she's going to wake up bald because I'm going to cut her hair off in her sleep.