“Oh.”  Quin said softly, still in the scrubs, a
nurse taking vital signs.  Quin put her
hand down as the woman took the cuff off her arm.

            “Just a few minutes folks, visiting
hours are over.”  The nurse said, and Peggy nodded, Helena stepped into the room. 

            “Is my name really Harlequin?”  Quin asked with a smirk and Peggy laughed, her sense of humor was intact.

            “Yes, after your great, great
grandmother.”  Peggy said with a soft smile, wanting to reach
out and touch Quin, but she didn’t.  Daisy
hung back, watching the room with a careful eye.

            “How did we meet?”  Quin asked Alice, who stammered and licked her lips.

            “Um…  You play in a band…  I saw you… liked the music…”  Alice managed to say, and Daisy muttered.

            “You’re amazing…”  Then she caught herself and Helena looked at her, smiling at her for some
reason, seeing the look in Daisy’s eyes that she’d seen before, years ago.

            “I was?”  Quin asked, getting and pacing the room, her
hand playing with her hair.  “I don’t
know.  Am I married?  Do I have kids?  Do I like… 
Popcorn?  I know I don’t like
coffee…”  She said and Alice laughed.

            “You’re not married…”  Helena said, tossing a look to her mother, who
shook her head, no need to tell her she was ***** now.  It was enough to handle that she had no clue
to who she was than to put that on her.

            “That’s good to know…”  Quin offered, staring out of the window,
feeling tired and listless, “Do you mind if I get some rest?”  Quin asked in a soft voice and Peggy said in a pained voice.

            “Yes, of course.”  They all walked from the room as they got
into the elevator, Daisy waited until the doors began to close and darted out.

            “I gotta pee; I’ll meet you in the
parking garage.”  She yelled darting
towards the bathroom, watching as the doors closed.  She doubled back to the room, and
knocked. 

            “Yeah?”  Quin said and Daisy walked into the room,
digging into her back pocket. 

            “I know you wanna be alone, but I
thought….  You can’t be all alone with
your thoughts.  So you wanna keep ‘em
real…. so…” Daisy put the small note pad that Quin had given to her, the
small stub of a pencil in the rings of the book.  She flipped it open, and scribbled
something.  “You gave that to me, and now
I’m giving it back, for the time being. 
I got some good ***** in there, I want it back.”  With that, Daisy walked out of the room.

            Quin wondered how she knew the young
wise woman, she moved to the table, pulling it open and reading what was
written.  The last notation that she’d
just scribbled read, ‘Rogue star in a static sky.’

            Quin sat on the bed, biting her lip
and taking the pencil and began to write from the single sentence, lost in her
own thoughts.