Shane: You need to mind your own ***** business.

Shane jumped up.

Shane: You dont know me…so stop pretending like you know what I need in my life right now….Im too ***** busy trying to deal with….forget it…just ***** forget it.

Shane wasnt one for losing her cool, and storming of and slamming the door didnt make matters much better. Dash struggled to get to her feet but fell back against the mirror. Outside the door, Shane punched the wall, causing blood to pour from the broken skin on her knuckles. She leaned back against the wall and ran her hands through her hair. Shane reached out to turn the doorknob holding the cold sweating brass in her hand before turning to reenter. She pressed her forehead against the door and finally turned again to leave.

Dash got to her feet and started the slow journey to the front steps of the building where James would be waiting.

Shane was walking quickly and rounded the corner. She found herself flat on her back looking at the ceiling as it faded in and out. She reached behind her head and felt the welt that was quickly forming as a result of her landing. As she stirred to rise, an eclipse took over the light in the hall. Shane looked up to see Van blocking the light source from view. She got up quickly and circled him with her hands up and ready to defend herself.

Shane: So things arent bad enough? You want us to go at it now? Here?

Van: Oh, so now you care about whats appropriate for the church? Besides…I figured someone needs to knock you off your damn pedestal.

Shane: Move on Van…Im not saying let it go, but move the ***** on!

Van: Ha! Shane giving advice….scary thought

Shane: Almost as scary as a grown man rotting away and hiding in a church!

Van moved towards Shane and she put her hands up to fight and Van replied with a sneer. The two looked like they were about to have an old fashioned comic book showdown. Good vs. Evil. Van redirected his eyesight towards Dash when he saw her leaving the training room.