Mitchell sat at the kitchen table, it was different, he hated it, this wasn't their house. Annie wasn't there. Mitchell looked down at his coffee it was black just how he usually like it but Nina had made it. He barely spoke to Nina and George nowadays. He felt isolated. So many emotions anger, regret, sadness…it went through these in such a short space of time. He heard George close the front door he must have been back from his shift at the café. It had been 3 days since Lucy died and since his last message from Annie through the tv screen. The fear in her eyes, she looked so lost in the afterlife. He had made the promise to George to get her back but to be honest he wasn't sure how to do it. George entered the kitchen and looked at Mitchell then began to make himself coffee .
" So what did you do today?" he asked causally
" Walking" Mitchell replied tonelessly
" Mitchell you need to get a job ! Start getting your life back !" George says to him. Mitchell finally looks up at George his eyes told his answer. George sighs and leaves the room. "How could he ever understand". "Without Annie, what do I do with my life…?"