“I’m not fucked up,” Shane began “I’m just..” she trailed off. She couldn’t think of how to explain it. All that kept coming to mind was how much her eye hurt and where to go get something that could fix… Shane sat down.

Jenny started again, “I don’t mean you’re fucked up, Shane. I just mean you need help. If you’d only..”

“I’ll go,” Shane said. Jenny looked at her. No way, she thought, that was to easy. There has to be a catch.

“What?” she asked.

“I’ll go,” Shane repeated cursing as she took the washer away from her eye again.

Alice tossed her keys on the stand by the front door and fumbled her way into her living room. Standing in the room was Helena, but that did not seem to surprise or upset Alice at all. “What on earth are you covered with?” She asked her looking at the stain on her blouse. Alice barely registered what Helena asked after having driven around for a good part of the day in more or less a daze.

“Hmm oh, coffee. I spilled some,” Alice said. She frumped down into a chair and continued her distant far off look.

“Well don’t worry, I’ll have my dry cleaner, Orlando, take care of that right away. You look like you’ve had a bad day. Was everything alright with your friends?” Helena asked taking a careful seat on Alice’s lounge.

“Yeah, they’re great. Bette gotta new job, Tina’s mom-o-matic, Jenny’s writing, Shane and Carmen are all lovey dovey…” Alice broke off thinking about what she had seen next.

“Bette. she got that job has she? I bet she would be surprised to know that mummy was behind it all,” Helena said spitefully. Alice rolled her eyes.

“Look Helena, I appreciate that you and Bette have bad mojo or whatever but she’s still my friend so if you don’t mind,” Alice asked.

“Sorry. I should know better. How bout I make it up to you by ordering in? Whatever you like,” Helena offered. Alice smiled.

“You hate my place, let’s go out. I’ll change,” Alice said and disapeared into the bedroom.

The “clinic” as Jenny kept calling it reminded Shane more of an old warehouse than a hospital. Shane was actually glad she was nearly there as Jenny’s car rolled to a stop in the patient drop off lane. Mistakenly, Shane had told her that Carmen had left her the night Jenny found her collapsed in the club. “Well that explains it, I suppose. But what did she mean again?” Jenny asked giving Shane “the look.” Shane was silent but sighed all together as she stared out the window. “Never mind I guess. It dosen’t matter now. We’re going to take care of it right now,” she announced turning off the car. Shane grabbed her gym bag out of the back seat and the two of them walked up to the front entrance.