Ponch went to the store, and straight for the freezer section where he found Twinkie ice cream, Hostess Cupcake ice cream, and ding dong ice cream sandwiches. He got as much as the cart could hold and took it all to the checkout line.

The lady at the checkout line looked at the cart, then looked at Ponch. She looked at the cart again then back to Ponch.

"Do you normally eat like this? And if so tell me how you still manage to stay so thin," she finally said.

Ponch sighed. "This is my comfort food," he admitted shamefully. He was regretting buying all this junk in the first place. He didn't need it…and he highly doubted his freezer would hold it all.

The sweet lady continued to do her job. She could tell just by looking at Ponch he wasn't happy. Wasn't he that same guy that came in the other day smiling? And now here he was as sad as could be.

Her heart ached, she never admitted it, but in all her years working at this store she'd seen Ponch a lot…and she'd grown to really like him. If something was wrong she wished she could've been there for him…instead of him having to feel like he needed to go home and waste the rest of the night eating ice cream and making himself sick.

Melina finished ringing up all the items and after Ponch paid she watched him leave. She still wished she would've said something…

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Ponch went home and sat on the couch. He turned on the TV then put most of the ice cream in the freezer leaving a few things out for him to start eating. He sat in front of the TV not really watching anything, just thinking about Jon. Remembering how awful Jon looked just made Ponch feel sick and the more he thought about it the more he stuffed his face with ice cream to think of something better.

It was a shocker to him that he didn't get a brain freeze or something, and he just kept eating. Hours went by, he was all alone with his ice cream. He kept telling himself at least ice cream is better than him going to a bar and getting drunk…but then on the other hand all this ice cream was gonna make him sick.

The phone started to ring. He looked over and saw it was just Getraer. He would've answers, but he just didn't feel like talking to someone right now. So he let the answering machine get it.

'Hey, Frank, it's Joe…I don't know if you're home but I'm worried about you. I'm just visiting Jon…I wanted to tell you he's getting better and he wishes you'd come see him…and uh…I'll be around here for a while too…if you wanna come see us…'

That was it, everything went silent again except for the sound of the TV in the background.

"Why would Sarge want me to come? Worried? Why?" Ponch asked himself confused. He looked at the clocked it was almost three a.m. Ponch moaned slightly as he moved on the couch. His stomach was starting to hurt, he'd been home for a few hours now just eating ice cream like it was going out of style.

There were empty ice cream containers surrounding the couch, and Ponch just wanted more. He felt miserable right now, but it was getting his mind off of Jon…

Ponch slowly got off the couch and made it to the freezer again for more ice cream. The phone rang again it was Getraer…again.

Ponch once again let it go to the answering machine. "At some point you'll get the idea to leave me alone, Sarge," he muttered as he limped back to the couch.

'Frank…sorry it's me again. I just wanted to warn you Grossie was coming and could be there any minute…Bear drove by and said he saw lights on so you're probably home…I don't know what you're doing right now…but I wish you'd stop ignoring me.'

It ended then.

"Bear drove by? Why the heck did he…?" Before Ponch could finish that thought he heard a knock at the door.

"Oh great…"

He just continued on his ice cream ignoring the door. He wasn't going to tell him he had forgotten to lock it.

He heard the doorknob start to wiggle and soon the door opened.

Ponch turned his head slightly. "Oh…breaking in?"

"Ponch!" Grossie cried looking at the mess. "What are you doing? You're gonna make yourself sick!"

Ponch frowned, and played around with his ice cream for a few seconds thinking about that. He finally decided it was all worth it. So he continued to eat.

"Ponch!"

Ponch looked at Grossie.

Grossie was starting to pick up the mess. "Ponch, I don't know what happened but I'm going to help you," he said.

Ponch wasn't even able to answer he just grabbed the trash can nearby and began to throw up.

Grossie felt bad for his friend. "You know Ponch, instead of turning to ice cream or something when you're upset you could've came and talked to me…I care about you," he said.

Ponch was still throwing up. He felt awful. His stomach was hurting badly.

"Do you still have more ice cream in the freezer?" Grossie asked.

Ponch shook his head. "It's all gone…I had a whole cart load full from the store…brought it home here…couldn't stop eating it…I feel miserable…"

Grossie almost threw up thinking about it. He liked ice cream, but not enough to have that much of it in one day.

Grossie smiled at Ponch though. "Hey, on the bright side you didn't seem to have gained any weight really," he pointed out.

Ponch groaned. "Grossie, that's the least of my concerns right now."

Grossie was quiet as he continued to clean up the mess. When it was all cleaned up he took Ponch to his bed room. "You should rest, maybe you'll feel better by morning. The trash can is right here if you need it and I'll be in the living room," he said then closed the door.

After closing the door he went and called Getraer.