It had been six weeks. Six weeks since the FAYZ ended. Six weeks in a clean apartment, with an abundance of food and water. But Astrid had learnt a deep lesson about waste, and vowed to never leave a scrap of food or a drop of water without a use. She sat in the study, staring at the white blankness of the new document on the laptop screen. She couldn't bring herself to write those terrible things, to relive them in her mind. Silly of her to say she'd write about the times in the FAYZ. Silly girl. Another mistake to add her long list of faults.

She opened the drawer to the desk and took out a ziplock bag of weed. She'd never quite been able to kick the habit. In Sam's absence it was the only thing that eased her mind and stopped her collapsing into the enigma of her painful memories. She noticed that a bit had gone, probably Diana, Astrid hadn't done a very good job of hiding the stash. She wasn't angry at her, she knew that whatever pain she was feeling, it was a lot worse for Diana. She'd lost the boy she loved and the girl that could've loved her back. Diana had been through hell and back, but in a way they all had.

Astrid shut her laptop, in frustration and lit the drug. Filling her lungs with it's mellow taste. She exhaled and looked out of the window, the tress just outside of the room swayed lazily in the breeze. Astrid still found the breezes weird, there hadn't been any wind in the FAYZ.

Across the hall Diana sat on her bed, wearing the lacy lingerie from the island that Caine had so liked her in, she sat and re-read his's letter. It had become routine, each day before she went to sleep she'd re-read it and wear the lingerie. Hoping to see his face, feel his touch in her dreams, but she never did. Diana hadn't dreamt since the FAYZ. She felt numb: she had nothing to love, nothing to feel. She folded the letter up and placed it back in it's envelope, she stroked the writing. Her name in Caine's neat writing. His fingers had touched this envelope like her's where now, his touch lingered on the creamy paper. Diana felt a sudden stirring in her stomach and fought the sudden urge to vomit. She leapt off of her bed and raced towards the bathroom before expelling the contents of her stomach into the toilet bowl.

"Diana?"Astrid said as she walked into the bathroom, ignoring Diana's attire.

"Must've been something I ate," Diana replied, not quite believing it herself. Astrid, not wanting to press her further, left the room without a further remark. Diana hadn't felt sick all day and this sudden urge to vomit was something she was all too familiar with. But it couldn't be…it just couldn't. She didn't allow herself to think it, it was better to suppress the thought than consider it and bring back all those painful memories. With a heavy heart she walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water. She filled a glass with water from the tap and went to sit at the counter. How weird, she thought: clean water, so easily acquired. She took a sip and set it back down, staring at the ripples in the surface that occurred whenever she tapped the side of the glass.

It was an hour later when Sam got home, he'd walked from Quinn's house which was only a few blocks away. He was supposed to be staying the night, his first night away from Astrid, but he couldn't do it. He needed her touch, her warmth. The reassurance that when he woke from his plagued nightmares she'd be there to hug and comfort him back to tranquility. He'd told Quinn and he'd understood. Quinn said that he had those nightmares too, who didn't. Only Lana, the endurable healer, had said she'd slept peacefully but Sam knew she was lying. Sam walked into the apartment and flicked on the lights, he was shocked to find Diana sitting there, tapping the glass monotonously. She still made him feel slightly awkward, even now after all they'd been through. This feeling was increased by the fact that she was wearing nothing apart from black lacy lingerie.

"Diana?" Diana woke as if from a deep sleep and turned her head towards Sam. After a few awkward moments Sam went towards her and helped her to stand, this wasn't the first time Diana had appeared absent. Initially after leaving the FAYZ Diana had seemed fine but as the loss seemed to sink in, she'd collapsed deeper and deeper into herself. Sam was beginning to get used to her episodes. Usually Astrid was the one to help her, but Sam guessed she was asleep and didn't want to wake her, he also didn't want her to think he was incapable of dealing with Diana himself. Sam guided Diana towards her bedroom and helped her onto her bed. He stood awkwardly in the room as he waited for her to get into bed.

"Thanks, Sam." She said so quietly, it was almost a whisper.

"Take care of yourself." He said as he shut the door behind him. There was something about Diana's melancholic moods that brushed off on him and left him feeling slightly empty himself. It made him think of Astrid, and what would happen to her if he ever left. Astrid. He walked into their room and there she was. A tangle of blond hair against the pillow. He undressed quietly, not wanting to wake her.

"Sam?"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"It's okay, I wasn't asleep."

"Couldn't sleep?"

"Not without you"

He got into bed next to her and touched the soft porcelain of her cheek. He could see himself in the darkness of her pupils, large in the dull light. They kissed and all of Sam's doubts seem to fade away with the sweetness of her.

"I cant leave you, Astrid" He whispered. He could feel her smile through her kiss. The kisses got more intense and he let her take him away to a place where they both felt safe.

In the next room Diana lay, trying to ignore Sam and Astrid through the thin walls. It was times like this when she missed Caine even more, missed his lips, his touch, his very being moving with hers. But with that thought followed the thoughts of the child they'd created, the beautiful perfect little girl and the evil monster. One and the same. She could never have another child. The thought of that terrible infant condemned any possible child of hers to non-existence. Not without Caine anyway, she couldn't imagine herself with anyone that wasn't him, with anyone that didn't understand what they had been through, what they had done. Her hands stroked her stomach that had once been home to a monster and may very well, be home to something completely different now.