Mark looked into the mirror unimpressed at his appearance. His ash-coloured hair was shoved into a flat cap on his head. He was wearing an old pair of scuffed cord trousers and a coffee stained tshirt, which was far too big for him. The apartment, he and Roger shared was lacking in heat so as he shivered, he went into the living room and got his brown blazer which was hanging on the back of a tatted chair. Roger waltzed into the apartment, inebriated and accompanied by his girlfriend of 2 years, Mimi.

"M-M-Mark! Baby!" Mimi slurred, laughing, "Roger, are we –hem- going to bed?"

"Yes, now Mark, don't get too p***ed." Roger joked as Mark was walking out of the apartment, when he realized that he was purposely ignoring him, he yelled to him, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do!"

Mark carried on walking out of the apartment and then down 3 flights of stairs to find a woman, who was actually quite pretty, if you ignored all the smudged mascara which was currently running down her face. He looked to her right hand to see a needle, probably filled with heroin or drugs of some sort. Feeling uncomfortable, he walked on, ignoring her pain.

Maureen Johnson looked graciously over to her lover, Joanne. They had been together almost 3 years and were finally deciding to adopt a child. They stood infront of the adoption agency. 'Sir George Walthom Adoption Agency' it said in gold capital letters above the grand green doors.

"Really, baby, must we adopt our baby from somewhere looking so... posh? I mean it's not really 'us' is it?" Maureen pulled a face then looked to Joanne, who was smiling so much it looked like her cheeks were going to pop.

"Yeah, I know. I just thought maybe we should look somewhere with class." Maureen could see how much it meant to Joanne to look here, so as she rarely did, she let her have her way.

"I know, come on, lets go."

"What? I thought you didnt want to look here?" Joanne said, smiling again.

"Wherever we get our child from, they'll be equally as good!" Smiled Maureen taking Joanne's and leading them into to agency.

Angel was taking some time to dress as himself, just for convenience of course, as he was having trouble with his family coming to terms with his recent engagement to Collins.

"Going again? You've been there 3 times this week! That's more than you visited the whole of last year!" Collins laughed and walked over to where Angel was standing in the bathroom.

"I look atrocious!" Cried Angel, taking another long look at himself. Where he usually wore mad wigs, he had a shaven head which was slightly covered in a sore red rash.

"You do not! You always look gorgeous to me Angel." He craned his neck around so he could peck his fiance on the cheek before leaving to teach high school teenagers about AIDS and HIV. "I'll see you later, call me if you have any problems and need me for back up, okay?"

"'Kay, love you babe. See ya!" Angel smiled until his fiance had left. However this did not last long, as soon as Collins had left he turned to the toilet, sat, and cried.

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