She’d died; she’d ceased to exist in this moment and time.  Lost, what she thought might be her one chance at happiness.  With Sam, Shane was going to have to deal with her soon.  She’d died.

            “Tina…”  Tina turned and saw Shane, visibly shaken.  Shane‘s hands shook and Tina stared at her hard.  “I really died?  I died, like gone from this earth died?”  Tina nodded, sitting back down next to Shane as Shane began to cry, not just for her, but for anyone else she might have hurt with her stupid actions. 

            “Tee I’m so sorry…”

*****

            They walked into the huge home of Sam Vance.  Sam led them upstairs and Dana and Alice sat down with the tired Shane.  Tina stepped out of the room and grabbed Sam.  Hugging the young doctor fiercely, Sam hugged her back awkwardly.  Sam gave Tina a reassuring smile.

            “I’m going to go find Bette right now call us if anything goes wrong or just call, ok?”  Sam nodded, hearing the soft chatter in the other room and then the voice of Alice coming through the closed door.

            “Get in here Samantha!” 

            “The inquisition calls.”  Sam said ruefully.

*****

            Bette sat at her desk she was not really into the work, pushing around the papers.  She grimaced, putting her forehead on the desk, feeling the coolness of the wood.  She lifted her head up and down, letting it drop onto the desk in a soft, thud, and thud.  She was waiting for a phone call, it was the only reason she wasn’t with Tina, holding her, kissing her, loving her.

            Bette‘d showered, changed but hadn’t slept.  She rubbed her sleep deprived eyes when she heard a soft knock on the door, she put her forehead back on the desk and muttered.

            “Come on in, train stops here.” She felt almost giddy; she put it off to the lack of sleep.  She looked up, her mouth gapping open.  “Candace…” 

*****

            Jenny lay in bed, her back yard apartment was complete, Tim had been right it was great.  There was a small kitchen, the living room and dining room was really one huge room.  There was a bedroom at the top of a small stairway and the smallest bathroom on earth, but it was home.  She sighed propping herself up onto her elbows and looking out of the small window.  She rolled over and pulled the laptop from the floor next to her bed; she booted up the computer and began to type in her journal.