To an apartment building.

After what seemed like an eternity, Ami's stomach was beginning to growl, but at least she had dripped dry. The truck shuddered to a stop, and the two boxes " Of course, they couldn't take them seperately" Ami groused . Were once again hand trucked along. Bouncing and cramped, Ami realized she was being taken in an elevator. Quite a few floors uo, if she was any judge. The boxes were delivered, and, thankfully, the top one was taken to another room. Once again, Ami peered out like a submarine periscope operator. She was in an apartment. Voices sounded, a delivery agreement was being signed. There seemed to be a dispute over the number of boxes. Of course ! Ami's box was the additional one, placed near the wrong order like an inconvenient plot device. Ami stood, stretching her cramped muscles in the storage room. Good lord ! The woman arguing over the shipment was larger than most of the delivery men, towering over them and as burly as a wrestler. Would she be understanding of a nude above the ankles unexpected visitor ?