Sadie took a sip of her coffee as she followed Mark Jacobs to his 2005 Maybach SV. The sky was a light shade of grey, as if rain was imminent; very cliché weather for a funeral. She lit up a cigarette and cracked the window a bit.

"You know, those are bad for you." Mark said. "And they're not too good for the leather interior of a 50,000 dollar car."

Sadie took another drag a threw it out the window. "Sorry." She sipped her coffee and stared into the grey sky. "Did... did Allison leave a note or anything?"

"No… she didn't." He seemed focused on the road. "We searched her room for one, but nothing was out of place. This was a complete surprise to everyone."

"Hmm." The only thing Sadie could reply with and it wasn't even a word. She felt horrible; her friend had committed suicide and her body had gone without drugs for over a week. She took a drink of her coffee, as if the heat would dull the pain; it only made her nauseous.

Within moments, the car had stopped and Mark had opened his door. "Are you ready?"

Sadie sighed and left the warm interior of the car. The muggy weather made Sadie's head feel heavier then it really was. She walked over to a fairly small group of people, all wearing black. In front of them was a small, ash casket; the kind that would normally hold a grey, old woman. She fought back tears.

Today was the day of Allison Quinn's funeral. He had only met her once, in a group therapy session; when he was allowed in group therapy sessions. She was a nice girl, a bit crazy, but nice. He remembered back to when he first met her; the day after their encounter, she was diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia, due to the fact that she believed she had been raped by a ghost.

The Joker stopped thinking back and focused on the matter at hand. He held the binoculars to his eyes and scanned the crowd of darkly dressed citizens. Among the sea of tears, he saw the girl with the black hair. She was the only one not crying. She held a cup of coffee in her hands and would take sips every time her mouth seemed to quiver. She stood there as if she had confidence, but The Joker could see her insecurities nearly falling through.

On any other day, she would have been just another girl that he could easily blow up. Today, something - maybe her eyes, maybe her hair, maybe the way the groggy light hit her - made time stop for the clown prince. She was beautiful.

The priest blessed the coffin as Sadie watched it fall slowly into the ground. She held back her tears by taking a sip of her scolding hot coffee. The wind started to pick up, so the crowd of mourners dispersed. Sadie said her final farewells to her friend and followed Mark Jacobs back to his car.

They drove back to the hospital without saying a word. By the time they got back, Sadie had run out of coffee and began to cry. Mark led her back to her room where she cried for two hours. When the tears finally stopped, Sadie laid on her bed and stared out of her large window.

A nurse barged into the room with a small tray and a small, plastic cup. "Here sweetie, this'll make you feel better." The nurse sat down on the edge of Sadie's bed and held up two small red pills.

Sadie glanced at her, then back out the window. "I don't want to take anything." That was the first time Sadie Laine had ever turned down drugs.

The nurse moved closer. "These will make you feel better."

"I don't want to take anything." Sadie's voice was getting louder.

"Just take the-"

Sadie sat up in a rush and hit herself in the leg. "I don't want to take anything!" It seemed that Sadie's brain had finally snapped under the pressure of the funeral and lack of drugs. She kicked the nurse and started hitting herself as hard as she could. The nurse started to shout for help as she tried to restrain Sadie.

Two security guards rushed in and tried to restrain her as the nurse ran to get Dr. Jacobs. The guards held Sadie down on the bed as Jacobs walked in. Without a word, he injected something into her pale arm. Within moments, she was asleep.