The automated xylophone chants a haunting tune as the guitar overlays the xylophone. The song itself, in general, is so depressing that it resembles Angela's presence. Amelie strum a series of chords as Sombra plays the piano beautifully, accompanying the guitar and the electronic xylophone. The room stood emotionless and lonely, without Angela's warmth, it is nothing more than a vacant beehive. A tree made of papers, hopes, dreams, and memories began to crumble to pieces. The photographs, the places they visit, now serves as their sole memento of what becomes the remains of their long lasting friendship. They met for the first time in Annecy, and Annecy feels so alive when Angela is around them. A dim light covers the whole room, accompanied by a candelabra, a small chandelier, and five candlesticks put in every corner of the chamber. Ever since Angela joined Talon, every mission feels so alive and easier to do, and a higher paycheck is more than a reality. Two glasses and a bottle of wine standing still on the table. Fresh from the Vineyard, still cold and haven't dropped any cold sweat made of ice.

Amelie asked. "Sombra, one thing I didn't expect from you is how you could play the piano so beautifully while your job is hacking industries?"

Sombra smiled. "It's a matter of time, mi Amor. I hack thing by occupation, but it doesn't hold me to learn something else."

Amelie sighed and stood up, putting her guitar on the bed. "Very well, then. I was once a ballet dancer, and I learn guitar in between my performance. So, that makes sense to me," she then did a ponytail. "Anyway, I'm out for snacks, want to join?"

Sombra frowned. "Snacks? It's like..." she looked up at her watch. "three in the morning."

Amelie smiled. "There's no time limit for a snack, Mon Ami," she put on her overcoat and her boots. "Do you want something to eat, Sombra?"

Sombra said. "Give me two crepes and some baguette, and a jar of peanut butter."

"Got it." Amelie nodded and walked out to search for Sombra's midnight snack.

Sombra tapped Amelie's shoulder. "You can have my soda if you feel thirsty."

"Merci beaucoup, Sombra. You know what's best for me." Amelie kissed her Mexican girlfriend.

The door slowly closed and off Amelie went to the nearest city park for crepes. Amelie walks the empty street with hope for a better, long lasting friendship between the three of them. Amelie, Angela, and Sombra - all together again like they used to hang out.

"Excuzes-moi, Monsieur. Three crepes, please." Amelie ordered.

"Ame! Long time I didn't see you and your friends. Where have you been?" the seller asked.

"Well, we're busy doing our job, most of the time," Amelie replied. "And we have no time to hang out like we used to."

The seller said. "The usual?"

Amelie nodded while she browses her phone for Angela's pictures and the memories she carried.

"Is that Angela?" The seller asked. "I haven't seen her for a while, where'd she go, now?"

With regret, Amelie said. "Well, Monsieur seller, she is married, now," she continued. "It's hard for three of us to maintain contact, either for me, Sombra or Angela. We have our job and life, and it seems she will out of reach for a long time."

The seller nodded and continued baking the crepes, not wanting to ruin Amelie's mood. The sellercooked faster than usual; it took no longer than seven minutes to get the whole order finished. Amelie paid for the crepes and went back to their dorm room immediately. Amelie opened the door slowly with three warm pancakes and one jar of peanut butter in her pocket, and it's fit.

"What took you so long, Amelie?" Sombra asked.

"You know the guy who sells this on the corner of the street that likes to hear about us?"

Sombra nodded while getting her crepes. "He's quite a stalker, but you can kill him if you want."

Amelie sits down with Sombra across their Tree of Our Friendship, written in French, German, and Spanish respectively. "He mentioned that Angela is married."

Frowned in disbelieve. "What?"

"Yeah, he said that."

Sombra ate the crepes and shared her soda with Amelie. "If people got double dates..."

"... why don't we get triple marriage?" Amelie continued while gulping down the soda.

Sombra nodded. "Yeah, that's right..." Sombra frowned. "That's supposed to be my line, Amelie."

Amelie smiled and drift off to a peaceful sleep in Sombra's arms. "And she did a pretty neat drawing of us too."

"True that," Sombra said. "Can't argue with it."

You cheeky French always know how to make a person blush.