Alice looked frazzled. She stumbled over to the bar and asked the girl standing there for 2 double shots before she sunk her head into her hands. Her yellow shirt was dotted with black ink and her fingers still left fresh from the fingerprints she had given earlier that day. Dana looked up from her table raced over to her friend. She drapped an arm around her and Alice sniffled as the girl came back with 2 to go cups and left them on the counter. She looked awkwardly at Alice before she muttered, “I’ll put it on your tab” and walked off vanishing into the kitchen. Dana placed her head on Alice’s shoulder and stared for a moment before Alice even realised she was there.

“She’s a mess,” she whispered and stared at Dana. Dana nodded her head and gave a sympathetic look. She walked Alice over to her table and sat her down in a chair. She closed the laptop she had had up and gave her full attention to her friend. “She’s such a mess,” Alice repaeted in disbelief. Dana had rarely found her friend so lost for words. The coffee cups she had sat in front of her, theoretically for Helena and herself, steamed throught the small opening in the lid.

Lara walked out gripping a bowl and stared at Dana. Dana gave her a knowing look as Lara placed the soup bowl infront of Alice. “Here, Alice. Try and eat something,” she said and slid it slowly under her gaze. Alice just shook her head and placed her it back into her hand and shaking it slightly. Lara and Dana passed glances and both placed and hand on her shoulders.

“Hey, Al, if you need something, anything, Lara and I will help,” Dana reassured her. Alice stared at the soup.

“Yeah, thanks,” she said and stood up grabbing the coffee and heading for the door. Lara looked down at her soup, untouched and gazed back at Dana.

“Poor girl,” she whispered. Dana watched as Alice walked zombie like out the door and hailed a cab.

Kit stared at the celing. She had been lying in the bed most of the day and had only been given a jello cup for lunch. She sighed and looked for the tv remote. She picked it up and aimed it at the square box hovering in the corner of the room. Pressing a button, the bed began to move. She pressed another button frantically and the headrest began moving. She pushed yet another button and the bed began to go flat. When the bed became motionless again she placed the remote down and pushed it with a finger toward the table where she had picked it up.