Alice: Dana! Don’t you ever fucking do that!

Dana: Wow, wow, is that any kind of language to speak to an angel?

Alice: Angel? Where are your wings?

Dana: Oh, they’re in the shop the Wright brothers claimed that their wings warping was way off.

Alice: haha, Very funny.

Dana: So, Al, how is it having a bun in the oven?

Alice: Umm, am I supposed to answer that?

Dana: Yeah, considering you’re carrying the final piece to the puzzle.

Alice: huh? What puzzle?

Dana: Erm, shit! The, ugh… puzzle of your emptiness.

Alice: Oh, that was your crack as the prophecy shit.

Dana: Oh shut up Al, you love it. So, where’s the wifey?

Alice: Training.

Dana: Oh, I remember those days. Here, you just wish yourself a sic pack and poof. Well, I can because I have connections to the big man.

Alice: You know God?

Dana: No, Shaq! Yes God! He practically tells me everything I’m his “confident”.

Alice: And why you?

Dana: It may be heaven, but the man still loves his Tennis.

Alice held her stomach and turned a little pale.

Dana: You okay?

Alice: Yeah, just a little nauseous.

Dana: Oh, he’s just messin’ with your system.

Alice: Who?

Dana: Brodie.

Alice: Who’s Brodie?

Dana: SHIT SHIT SHIT! Erm, some guy… work in pay roll. I gotta go, I’ve said too much, bye Alice!

Dana disappeared.

Alice: What did you say? She didn’t say anything.

Alice shrugged and turned off the stove.

Alice: Why am I talking to my dead ex? Wait, why am I talking to myself? Oh fuck I really need to get laid!

Alex ran into the gym and her teammates cheered. She smiled and waved.

Kasey: Looky, looky who decided to come and train!

Alex: Kasey, Kasey Kasey, how ya been?

Alex walked up to her as Kasey sat up on the bench, a towel on her shoulder. They hugged.

Kasey: Great, how’s Alice?

Alex: Awesome. Rory?

Kasey looked down.

Kasey: we um, actually broke up a couple days ago.