It had been three days since my incident. I was still hobbling around on crutches, pretending that I still needed them. True, my leg did sting a little when I walked, but only just enough to notice. Logan said that I'd have to be on them for at least four more days for Asha to believe that everything was as it seemed. That would be four more days without pay. Normal had agreed not to fire my ass, but I got no pay for this down time. I hadn't expected him to pay me, but I thought that just maybe the ice skaters were lacing up down below.

I made my way over to the window and looked out. Alone in the penthouse again. Logan was happy again and I hated it. Asha obviously wasn't taking my warning seriously. I guess she figured that as long I was hobbling around on these crutches, I couldn't hurt her. Ha. Well, she took my injury time to make more moves on Logan, but bless his ignorant little soul. Still friends in his mind. That was Max. She was in the Good Place, keeping Asha away from her man. I smiled. Original Cindy was rubbing off on me.

I gave up on Max being alive three days ago. I would've probably still of had hope if it wasn't for the X-7. For some reason, it just ran shivers down my spine and smashed my hope into a million tiny pieces. But there was something else that was smashing it into even tinier bits. Logan would get lonely eventually and Asha will be there. Max couldn't interfere from the Good Place forever.

The answering machine pulled me from my thoughts. So, the phone had been ringing. Go figure. I hobbled over. Logan said even when I was home alone I should keep using the crutches. Asha could drop in at any second and could find me up and about.

Another static message. This time the only word I could make out was... I? I? I did not understand that one bit. If I pieced together the two messages, they were: Logan I. Logan you what? Whoever it was needed a new phone.

I heard the door close and looked up. Asha. Of course. I couldn't be happy forever.

"Oh." She said and walked into her bedroom. That 'Oh' held a lot of unspoken things. And I did not like any of them.

I hobbled over to the couch and sat down. I figured I would have a nice new chat with her today while Logan was off shopping. When she came out of her room, I called her over.

"What?" She snapped at me. She really changed into the bitch that she really was when Logan wasn't around.

"I want to talk to you. Sit." I said. She complied, but gave me a look.

"What?" She asked.

"Have you given up on your Logan mission?" I asked.

"No." She replied, almost confidently. "I'm going to be with him."

"No, you're not." I told her.

"Why, do you like him or something?" She snapped. I weighed this possibility. I could lie and say that I was madly in love with Logan and maybe she would back off... nah, this was Asha.

"No, it's just...I know things that you will never know and you cannot possibly be right for him." I said.

"Oh? And why is that?" She asked, daring me.

"Simply? You're not his type." I said, shrugging.

"Oh? And what is his type?" She asked.

"Smartass." I said.

"Excuse me?" She exclaimed, standing up.

"His type is smartass. You are not a smartass. You're a-"

Before I could finish, we both heard the door close.

"We'll finish this later." I said quietly to her, then walked into my room. I went to my dresser and pulled out my picture of Max. I let my crutches fall to the floor as I sat on the bed and looked at the picture.

"I'm sorry." I whispered to the picture. "I am so sorry."

I heard someone coming so I quickly put the picture back and shut the drawer and sat back on the bed. There was a knock on my door. Logan. Only Logan knocked.

"Come in." I said.

Logan opened the door and leaned on the doorframe, smiling.

"Yes?" I prompted.

"We're going out. Want come with?" He asked.

'Crap.' I thought. 'I knew it. I knew Logan would get lonely and there she is! Damn!'

"Um, no, but would you take Cindy with you? She lost her lickety-boo and needs to get her mind off it." I said, knowing that Cindy wouldn't let Asha get any ideas.

"Sure." Logan said, still smiling. I loved the "help the downtrodden and sad people" side of him. Granted, it would be his downfall I'm sure, but it was nice now.

"Great. You're a real pal." I said. Logan smiled and left.


Logan, Asha, and Cindy left two hours ago and I was sitting at Logan's computer, trying to find out about the static calls. I'd processed them through the computer and the only thing I had found out about them was that the caller was female. I'd just been running a search on the female informants when I heard the door close. I quickly shut down the computer and rushed to the couch. I quickly turned on the TV. Charlie's Angels, I loved that show!

"Oh, Logan!" I heard Asha exclaim, laughing. "You and that dance!"

"Yeah, white boy was hilarious." I heard Cindy's unamused voice say.

"Cindy, do you want something to drink?" I heard Logan asked.

"Sure. Coffee." I heard Cindy answer, then she came into the living room and sat next to me.

"So?" I prodded.

"All over him. Original Cindy swears, Original Cindy almost had to lay the smackdown on her ass." Original Cindy said. "She backed off when Original Cindy used a few colorful words and phrases to tell her of the world of pain."

"Great." I said. "Hey, Cindy, do ya think that, ya know..."

"Max is watchin' out for Moneybags and keepin' Skankzilla offa him?" Original Cindy asked. I loved her skill of reading into things. "For sure. My boo would never let that-"

"Here's your coffee." Logan said, smiling. Original Cindy took the coffee from him and gave me a look as she took a sip.

"Logan!" I heard Asha call. "Can you come here and help me?"

Logan just walked into the kitchen.

"Boo is gotta be on overtime wit dat bitch." Original Cindy muttered. I silently agreed. Logan was getting lonely, and there was Asha.