Tossing and turning beneath a thin simple sheet, the raven-haired shieldmaiden rubbed her tired eyes, resigning to laying on her back and staring toward the ceiling. San Francisco was a long way from Paradis, and the climate was entirely different. The heat and humidity were unlike anything she had experienced on the crisp, temperate island. Here, everything was sticky and fabric hung to the skin in a way that made Troia wish to forgo any sense of modesty in the desperate search for some reprieve.

It was hard to believe that Troia had been living in the tower for nearly three months. Five months ago, she has left Paradis in search of her sister. That trail led her to the myth known as the Batman. In the world of man, there was a tome known as a 'tabloid' which believed that Diana and this 'Dark Knight' were courting. However, Troia was unable to locate the Batman of Gotham, but fate intervened and her path crossed with that of his protege. It was only then, she was brought into the fray in a battle against the one called 'Cinderblock'.

The man of stone had proven to be a less than worthy adversary. 

After an encore of a song she had to assume was called "She Keeps Me Up' based on how many times the raspy voiced man had yelled it out, Troia had had enough of her neighbor's music. Over the last couple of weeks, Troia had been introduced to 'popular culture' and all too soon became familiar with what Kyle Rayner referred to as 'Dad Rock'. The likes of Nirvana, the Foo Fighters, Green Day and Creed.

But one hand, this band was played more than any other. His lyrics clawed their way into Troia's head like a wyrm.

[I]Nickelback.[/I]

"Skald!"

Troia yelled, letting out a frustrated cry before peeling the sheet back from her head. She sat up, rapping a set of knuckles firmly against the wall, careful not to put her hand through the fragile walls of the Tower.

Again.