It has been a week after Sandra's getting discharged from the hospital and she was fit to resume her schedule again.
"Becky you have been styling my hair for hours can we get over with this already," Sandra complained after being seated like a doll that needs dolling up and Becky being a tacky artist.
"It's your first time being out in weeks, we won't want you looking like your recent problems," Becky says and Sandra gasped at her utterance.
Sandra sighed remembering the recent events and she felt bad remembering what the man told her about her father's murderer; she still could not bring herself to confront Dylan.
Maybe she was just scared. Scared that what the man said was the truth. That Dylan was really protecting that person.
"And I think we are good to go," Becky announced and Sandra sighs in relief but the two heard a commotion going on outside.
