The world made no sense without him.
But then it again it made no sense with him either.
Faye threw the guy onto the bed tearing the clothes off his body as she climbed on top of him.
"Woah easy th-"
He never got to finish what he was saying. A punch to the face tends to keep you pretty quiet.
His smell. He smelt like Spike.
That was reason enough for her to jump him.
Ciggerette smoke and clean sweat. There was something missing. Some scent that was Spike's alone. But Faye would take what she could get.
She rode a skinny blonde boy (because really so few men are actually men) in a cheap motel room.
Afterwards she made up some excuse and left heading back to the Bebop. Half an hour after getting back she's on the deck. A bottle of whiskey in one hand and a ciggerette in the other she lies on her back, staring at the stars, looking out for the birth of a star.