“Wow guys, I’m impressed. This place is absolutely gorgeous.” Shane was in awe. The room was full of organized tapes, photos all around the walls, petite blinking Christmas lights and a huge Dana & Alice poster hanging on the wall right across the entrance.

“Well we keep coming down here and talk to them. It became like a ritual for us. We call it here “the Danish Room”. It makes me feel like they are really here you know.” Tina said smiling.

“Why haven’t you told me about this place before?” Shane whispered looking around the room.

“We didn’t know how you’d take it, Shane. You were a little too sensitive when it came to them. Guess it’s time or maybe you’re ready.” Bette said putting a reassuring hand on Shane’s shoulder, patting lightly.

“I don’t know. I mean, one minute I feel safe like they’ve never left but the next minute it’s cold and lonely again, because it keeps dawning on me again and again that they did leave.” said Shane in one quick breath.

“Oh honey. We are here. We’ll never let you down. I can promise you that.” Tina hugged her friend trying to make the pain go away.

Shane shook her head. “I’d never thought that “they” could either.”

“Come on lets go upstairs… obviously you are not ready.” Bette said grabbing Shane’s arm, slowly dragging her toward the door. Shane stood firm and said:

“Can I stay here for a little longer? Alone …”

“Sure, suit yourself.” As they took a step to leave Shane stopped them.

“Wait, why Danish?” they turned around, smiling instinctively.

“Angie named them Danish. I think she combined their names but instead of Danice she got Danish for some reason.” Tina said with the cutest smile plastered on her face. Shane nodded still looking melancholically around the room. Bette & Tina walked out of the room leaving Shane with the long lost girls.

“So I suppose it’s time we have a talk huh? And supposedly it’s going to make me feel better?” she lowered her head with a heavy sigh. A slight tremble went through her body as her head shot up in a quick motion. “Fuck you guys!!! How could you just leave? Without a fucking goodbye… Who knows where the hell you are? Oh yeah your families… I thought we were more of a family than they ever were. But I guess I was wrong, huh?” once again, tears streaming down her face as she closed her eyes trying to push the tears back to where they came from. “3 fucking years Al, as cliché as this is going to sound, you don’t call, you don’t write… We wouldn’t even know whether you were alive if it weren’t for your parents. We speak to them as often as we can, but they wont say anything more than that you are ok. Guess what Dane? At this point I don’t even care whether you are ok or not. I just need to hear you guys’ voice.” She shook her head “Bullshit, I want more. I want you back here with us. I want, I want, I fucking need you.” She fell down on her knees. Head in her hands sobbing intensely… A knock on the wooden door cut her. “Yeah?”