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Annie sat in the living room, surrounded by six cups of coffee, each a step closer to stone cold, you know, like her. It was nearly time to make another cup. Tea, well making tea, really helped Annie feel more in touch with her former life, helped her feel a bit more...human. Mind, it drove George to tears.

"Hey, Annie?" Mitchell's voice broke into Annie's thoughts as he came down the steps from upstairs, where he'd been laying about on his day off from the hospital.

"Yea Mitchell?"

He flopped down onto the couch, his legs stretched out. He rolled his head over to look right at his roommate. "I could really go for a nice cuppa, and you sure make a fine cuppa tea." He gave his friend what he thought was a winning smile.

"Ugh!" Annie grunted her frustration, but they both knew it was just for show. "What would you do without me?" But she still stood and started towards the kitchen to put on a fresh pot of water.

Mitchell raised an eyebrow. "Me without you? What would you do without me! Who'd drink all this tea?" He pointed to the cluttered coffee table even though he knew she couldn't see him. "Good thing George and I can't take a hint, or we'd of shipped out that first week. The writing was on the wall, literally."

Annie poked her head through the pass through between the kitchen and the entrance way and glared. "I don't know what you mean."

Mitchell shook his dark hair out of his face as he barked out a laugh. "Course you do, told us to fuck off, yea?"

Annie's eyes narrowed and she shouted, "Did not!" She grabbed for the kettle as it started and boil, filled Mitchell's mug and slammed the kettle back onto the cold burner. "I believe I said get out."