“Hey man you can have itI wasn’t hungry.”  She placed the blueberry pastry back on to the patio table in front of the planet, and pointed to the seat across from her and grinned.

“Thanks!”  Clive slumped into the chair in a defensive position and started stuffing the muffin in his mouth quickly.  His blue eyes danced in his head nervously.  “We shouldn’t linger herethey could be near.”

Tilting her head in confusion, Shane glanced around the street looking for anyone suspicious that could be following her friend.  “Who Clive?  Your mom?”

Looking at her incredulously, the dirty young man leaned into the table and began to whisper.  “What are you on?  If you’re holdin’ you better start sharing!  It’s because of you that were even in this mess!”   He dropped his breakfast for the moment and stared at her angrily.  “Come on give me some!”

Shane shook her head in disbelieve.  “What are you talking about?  I don’t do that anymoreand what do you mean I got us in this mess?”  More than a little confused she ran her hands through her hair, already annoyed with Clive.

“***** you than!  See how long you’ll make it without me!”  Standing up quickly he hissed at her.  “They’ll come for youand you’ll be alone Shaneas it should be.”  He smirked as he turned on his heels and jogged out of site, leaving his very stunned friend behind.

Shane felt her heart quicken at his malice, it beat wildly against the walls of her chest and her breath left her.  What the ***** was going on? She looked around the eerily empty street and finally realized the lack of vehicles and people.  Unsteadily she stood and walked into The Plant.  I need another triple shot! 

Gripping the handles of the door she pushed to open it, but the glass entry way did not open.  Cursing loudly she threw her shoulder against the metal frame and still the door remained shut.  “What the ***** is going on?”  Shane tossed her arms in the air in defeat and looked through the glass at the laughing seemingly happy people inside. 

Searching the room she spotted Alice, Bette and Tina.  Waving her arms in order to get their attention or for that matter anyone’s inside she pointed toward the door and mimicked the word “locked”  No one looked up at her, and her frustration grew.  “Thedoor”  She screamed in anger at a passing Marina.  “it’s locked!”  She rapt her hands against the glass; surprised when none of the patrons turned their attention to her.