Macy Lewis, a girl of no particular talents. She was as average as a person could get. Every morning, she would follow the same schedule, first waking up to a flickering light bulb, then eating the same breakfast of scrambled eggs, going to a boring desk job, and finally relaxing on her black couch, always disgusted by the fringe it sported. That is, until one fateful day in early March. She had just returned from the grocery store, and was in the process of washing her laundry when a booming crash sounded from her backyard. That’s when everything Macy had ever known changed for ever.