How could a dream feel so real? Did that JUST really happen? Niddie didn't know, but when she woke up the next morning her mind was made and she was ready for whatever was coming her way. She got up and quickly got ready and ran down to Kon's office. She banged on the door. No answer. She banged again...still no answer. She turned the door knob and the door swung open. He wasn't in the office. She heard voices downstairs, she recoginzed Kon's immediately. She ran downstairs, he looked up and watched her as she ran towards him.

"Yes?" He asked once she reached him, panting for air.

"I want to go out."

"No."

"I HAVE TO!"

"It's too dangerous."

"BUT GOLF'S MOM...I need to see her!"

"The answer is no and that's final!" Kon yelled at her.

Niddie groaned in anger. She looked to her left, an expensive beautiful vase sat on a table. Niddie grabbed it and raised it above her head.

"I dare you." Kon said crossing his arms.

She rolled her eyes and with so much force, she brought the vase's life to a crashing end.

Kon laughed and turned around. "Good, about time I got rid of that ridiculous thing." He said and continued to walk off.

"ARRRRGGHH!" Niddie screamed and trudged up the stairs, stomping with anger. Every thing that she came in contact with that could be picked up and thrown, was thrown. Crashes could be heard, broken glass littered the areas Niddie had been in.

Bohm looked up in worry. "Are you sure this is ok Boss?"

Kon shrugged, "I wanted to renovate the house anyways. This is just my future wife's way of getting it started." Kon mused himself.

Mike's eyes flew open as he heard crashing and glass breaking everywhere. He hadn't been sleeping well ever since...well ever since he 'broke-up' with Niddie, and now that Yunhee was here, life seemed even more unbearable. Kon had ordered that he go take a nap. He had only been out for 30 minutes. Mike quickly jumped out of bed and pulled out his gun from the nightstand next to his bed. He ran outside of his room, wearing only a black tank top, his pants, and barefooted. The hallway was littered with debris and he saw a couple of maids cleaning up, not a single person seemed the least bit worried. He turned around and was almost taken out by a vase that had flown past his head. Niddie stood about 10 feet from him. He heard a sharp intake of her breath, she covered up with her hands. Then her face changed and she became angry...again. She walked to a table and picked up a book and threw it, deliberately at him. He glared at her as he easily avoided the book coming towards his face.

"YAH!" He yelled at her.

"DON'T YOU 'YAH' ME! JERK!!" She screamed and looked for something else to throw. By the time she found something and turned back around to throw it, Mike was already standing next to her and yanking her to her room. He slammed the door shut and pushed her up against the door.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" He yelled at her. She looked at the gun that was against her shoulder with wide eyes. He followed her gaze, "Sorry." He said and put it down on the shelf next to the door. "What's going on?"

"Does it matter to you?" She asked curtly.

He sighed. He kind of deserved this harshness from her...right? "Yes it does, you're trashing the house."

"Kon won't let me out of the house..."

"Is that it?"

"Yes."

"You're lying."

"Am not."

"Are too. You won't look me in the face when you're lying." He said. Sure enough she had her head bent and