“I am not sure this is what we meant when we chose,” says Eve looking stepping down from Up There to look into what was now an alley. “Well, it is a choice albeit, I am not entirely sure what for,” Eve admitted to her older sisters. “I don’t think they really understand the sacrifice we made on their behalf,” Eve said wrinkling her nose at the smells emanating from the old, decaying meat packing plant. It was not any smell she associated with meat. “Well, one thing about making choices,” the middle sister said, looking at the brewery that was attempting to take back this rotten area of the city from Depression, “is that you have the opportunity to make Bad Ones, see what the consequences are, and then choose again to make Better Ones.” The other two sisters nodded, albeit pensively.