Then Fly.7 days left....Red marks graced the calendar, hurried lines madly scribbling out the dates.She looked at the time-keeper on the wall before stepping out of her house. As she walked down the rainy street her stomach knotted and tensed.There were only 7 days left....She was nervous. The female was nothing less then a perfectionist, having planned out the upcoming date and all the dates before it to the last minute. She though she had accounted for everything. She had not expected herself to be...afraid.She swallowed repeatedly, trying to bring back moisture to her mouth. She would stop this silly feeling that lay inside her. It would do her no good. Forcing the feeling back as far as she could, the woman quickened her pace.The rain continued.Weaving her way down winding streets, she headed toward a dimly lit restaurant. A bell rang as she pushed the heavy door open, its chime ringing in her ears.It would be the last time she heard that nostalgic sound.