Penny Olsen looked at her coffee table through bleary eyes, and saw that littered across it were empty shot glasses. Oh dear lord... great, now she was picking up Sheldor the conquerors bloody phrases. She needed to get out more and stop eating so much pizza and playing Halo. Hmm, Penny thought to herself, why the hell did I drink so much? Definitely drinking to forget. Penny decided to go to 4a to make some inquiries.

Knock, knock, knock!

"Sheldon, Leonard! Open Up!"

Damn, she was still in her pyjamas; hopefully it wouldn't be Leonard opening the door. The damn git was still in love with her.

The door opened to reveal a really tall man with amazing blue eyes, in a green lantern t-shirt, looking huffily at her.

"Penny! I do hope you realise you've disrupted the whole equilibrium of my day! The contract clearly states-"

"Can it, sweetie! What happened last night?"

Leonard appeared next to Sheldon with a fidgety look on his face.

"Penny can't you remember? You got a call last night, during our age of Conan competition. Your dad has... passed away."

Penny stopped. Her eyes dulled, her mouth slacked and her personality and ego fled. Penny didn't even realise she was crying hysterically until she was guided in by Leonard.

"I shall make hot beverages." muttered Sheldon.

"She doesn't need it" cut Leonard.

"It's not optional." replied Sheldon.

Penny was sobbing ferociously. The tears were flooding onto the floor and Sheldon didn't bat an eyelid. What a feat for Mr. Germaphobe, who set the Hot Beverages on the table and stood back awkwardly, saying 'there, there'.

Leonard huffed out a sigh and earned himself a 'you are in my seat!' and a horrified Sheldon, hating the prospect of sitting elsewhere.

"Sheldon, Get A Fucking Life!" growled Leonard.

"Leonard, It's time for work, but I have a day off." whispered Sheldon.

"Fine, but you have to take care of Penny and give her everything she needs." And with that Leonard ran out the door, slamming the door behind him.

"Have you eaten?" No response.

He cautiously crept over to the unmoving figure and poked it. No response.

This was going to be a monotonous cycle, so Sheldon decided to make spaghetti Bolognese. Though he would most likely have to force feed it to her, he scrubbed at his haves for five minutes, then recleaned al the utensils he was going to use. He boiled the spaghetti and cooked the