Morning in West Hollywood.

Robin wakes up in her bed.  It is not every day she has a date cancel due to getting arrested, but she understood the circumstances.  There would be another time with Alice and this time it shall be at the Provocations exhibit at the C.A.C.  Robin has not bothered to tell any of her friends about Alice yet.  That time will come later.  For the time being, Alice has another situation to deal with.  There is someone close to her in need.  It is a time of mourning.

Dana’s Apartment.

Lara did everything she could to save him.  They did everything they could.  For Dana’s beloved cat, Mr. Piddles, there is no future, only fate.  Her bed is full of used soft tissues with the box still having more left to be used.  Dana sits on the floor, her back against the bed, holding her beloved, dead cat.  The crying started with the waking up to this nightmare she and Lara were now facing.  To this point, Lara has kept her tears few, trying to stay strong for Dana.  She has called Alice, with Lara greeting her at the door with a hug.  They rush upstairs with Dana still in her bedroom.  Still in the same position.  Still with Mr. Piddles in her arms.

Lara “They’re in here.”

Alice “Hi, Dane…awww, poor Mister Piddles.”

Alice has quickly made her way to Dana, getting on her knees to Dana’s left while Lara is now crouched to Dana’s right.

Alice “…Sorry.”

Lara “We woke up about three hours ago.  …Tried to revive him.”

Alice strokes Dana’s hair while Lara places her left arm around Dana’s shoulders, caressing her grieving girlfriend’s right arm with her right hand.  Alice’s voice is soft and comforting.

Alice “Okay… Alright, we’ve gotta make arrangements, right Dana?  I mean…I’ll do anything, right?  I’ll do anything.  What do you need?  You thought about what you want?”

Alice looks at Dana, noticing Lara running her right hand down to Dana’s, still holding Mr. Piddles.

Lara “She doesn’t want her cremated.”

Alice “You wanna bury him?”

Dana nods, tearfully.

Alice “You want me to arrange a burial plot?”

Dana “…Yeah.”

Alice “He should have a casket.  You know, mahogany maybe.  Only the best for Mister P.”