Robyn smiled. “Remeber what we talked about last time you visited, Alice. About communication? Thinking before you speak? You might want to utuilize that now. But I understand what you mean.”

Alice breathed a silent sigh of relief. Oh god, she thought, now I have to think of everything before I say it. What if it takes me ages? I can go on sometimes I know, she thought. Alice then realised Robyn was waiting for her questions. “Oh sorry, I was uh thinking of what I was going to say.” Alice started apprehensively.

Dana waked into The Planet, her neat tennis outfit now ripped at the arms and torn slightly around the skirt. Her knee was grased and her hair was tossled. Her raquet held loosely at her side was broken with the head hanging on by only a few sticks of wood. Lara looked up from her plate she had just placed on the counter for pick up when she saw Dana and came running.

“My God, what happened are you alright?” she asked looking Dana over. The torn skirt, the ripped shirt, the poor dishelved raquet and a huge grin across Dana’s face. “Honey?” Lara questioned. Dana pulled at Lara’s pristine Chef’s jacket leaving a dirty hand print as she came closer.

“I was just mobbed,” Dana started. Lara looked concerned as she started to check visually for wounds and scarring.

“Are you ok?!” she asked again looking with earnest over her arms and face.

“I was just mobbed,” Dana started again her grin widening, “By my FAN CLUB!” she grinned as the head of her racquet fell to the floor.

Will sat leaned over her book with her hand over the back of her neck. Her eyes following misleading sentences and paragraphs behind her silver framed glasses. They were small and just framed her eyes into a perfect elongated oval. She mindlessy stirred her cappucino as she lost herself in the passages.

“You didn’t tell me you wore glasses,” a quiet breathless voice spoke behind her. Will looked up from her book, her head unmoving and smiled.

“Hey, Shane,” she started unwavering, “I wear glasses.” Shane smiled and stood in her peripherial view. Will dropped her hand and stopped stirring. She turned her head slightly and looked at Shane. White shirt, black pants and shades. “You look normal today. Want a seat?” Will offered.