“NO ***** WHILE I’M AWAKE!”  Daisy yelled the rule of the day, and Tina got up, pulling open the door, only in
her bra.

            “Well, I’m breaking the rule.”  Tina said, slamming the door as Cass pulled her to bed, and Daisy threw up her hands.  Slamming the bathroom door and putting the
music up full blast, going to work on her hair.

~*~*~*~*~*

            Jenny sat at the table, her laptop humming as
she stared at the blank screen.  Marina moved around the kitchen.  Cooking a small breakfast, feeling listless
without the Planet to take care of. 

            “What are you doing?”  Marina asked and Jenny stared at the screen.  She shrugged, at a loss for words in the last
two days.

            “I don’t know.  What am I doing Marina? 
I’m writing bad TV for one.”

            “You are starting out ma
petite.  You have to work your way up to
better drama.”  Marina soothed her and Jenny stood, slapping the top of the laptop
closed.

            “That’s just it.  Am I able to write good TV or good
anything?”  Jenny asked, an Marina was surprised, “Look at Quin, she was a
wonderful, no brilliant guitar player, song writer and look where it got
her?  She’s dead.”  Jenny spit and Marina took her into her arms.

            “You are not Quin, you are Jenny. 
Stop being a child, you need to grow up, you need to do what you think
you want to do, and not what you think you should be doing.”  Marina said to her, and walking back into the
kitchen, leaving Jenny with her thoughts.

~*~*~*~*~*

            It had been three days, three of the
longest days of Alice‘s life. 
She’d been moving around the world in a purple haze, not eating, not
thinking.  Missing Quin, seeing her,
breathing her in as the days loomed by, clutching the shirt she’d left at her
apartment to her chest as she slept the night before.

            She’d awoken the morning after the
devastating quake in Daisy’s strong arms, and fresh tears had sprung, because
she knew it wasn’t a dream.  It was real,
it was he reality.  The next two days had
moved slowly, at a snails pace.

            She dressed slowly this morning, a
beautiful black dress that Peggy had sent over yesterday, she’d skipped the wake the
night before.  It was more a public
affair, but this morning, this morning was about Family.  This morning was about the people who’d loved
Quin for who she was.