“I can I use your phone Shane? To call Alice?” Shane nodded and walked out of the room as Dana dialed the number on the phone in the bedroom. Alice picked up on the second ring.

“Dane? Are you alright?” Dana smiled to herself as she heard Alice‘s concerned voice down the line.

“Hey Al, I’m good. I just woke up,” Dana replied, her croaky voice evidence of the fact. “Have you been able to find my parents?”

“Yeah eventually. I found out from your elite country club that they were at some cabin a few hours away. Apparently there’s no reception there or something.”

Dana sighed into the phone. The log cabin – how had she been so stupid to forget it? They had been going there every three months for the last ten or so years.

“So how did you get in contact with them then?”

“I drove to the cabin,” Alice explained coolly, hoping that Dana wouldn’t feel bad that Alice had done so much. “It wasn’t that long in the end, hardly any traffic at night.”

“I’m so stupid, I-I didn’t even think about the cabin Al,” Dana explained, guilt seeping into her body. “I’m sorry I’ve put you out so much”

“Dana you’d do the same for me if I was in your position,” Alice argued. “Howie’s important to me too, and so are you I had to do this.”

She was right, and Dana knew it. Regardless of how guilty she could feel, Dana knew that she’d be doing the exact same thing in a heartbeat had Alice been in her position.

“Thank you Al,” Dana said quietly down the phone, unshed tears threatening to roll down her cheeks. “It means a lot. A-Are you going home now?”

“Yeah but just to get changed,” Alice said. “I’ll be over at Shane’s within the hour. Do you want me to stop at your place and get you some clothes?”

“You don’t have a key,” Dana informed her quickly, a small smile forming on her face.

“But I still remember your hiding space for your spare one,” Alice retaliated, a similar smile spreading across her own worn-out face. “Yellow pot plant, side of the house, before you walk in the door.”