Mirella walks down the corridor, pausing every few moments to look at the large posters advertising this and that. She smiles when she sees that Phoebe's board is still up. (God ... I don't think there's a life in this town that that woman hasn't touched ... ) Mirella smiles to herself as she pushes through the doors to the Bay Mirror Office. (Including mine.) She recalls the letter she'd sent in several years ago now. It was when she first moved to San Francisco from New York. SHe was more than a little lost emotionally. She'd lost her parents, her two best friends, everything. Phoebe had really helped her out.

Mirella tucks the newspaper under her arm as she locks the doors to the office and makes her way towards the elevators. Her heeled shoes hardly make a sound on the carpet beneath her. When she reaches the elevators, she pushes the button to go down. Her thoughts continue to swirl at what had just happened. When the elevator dings, the doors open and she glides in.