100 snow-globes. Each with a different story to tell.

Cheaply made, little care put into their designs; she adores the odd trinkets almost as much as her Angel. Each faux-flake that resides within them, she's counted. Each blemish or model discrepancy, she's noticed. Every figurine frozen in time, she has named and grown fond of. She's aware of anything and everything involving these knickknacks.

Almost unhealthily so It's just a hobby.

However, outside of Angel and herself, nopony else knows of this collection of hers. That is. until you decide to visit unannounced. With three knocks on her door and no answer, you figure she wouldn't mind the surprise company.

How wrong you were.