She walked down the streets towards the Palladium Hall. Apparently one of the few remaining buildings. People were wandering round asking for help. She recognised one of the marketers. He used to shout that if they ever did come, his shop was so strong they'd have to leave it. And there it was. The roof had blown off and scattered bits of his merchandise were being stood on in the panicked city. She carried on towards her destination looking straight ahead. She was owed an explanation. She arrived, and looked among the hesitant faces. They wanted her to do something. She was led towards the main hall. There was the old queen. She was in tears. The king was dead. As well as his best friend, wife and sister. Shocked, she walked out and went to Baileys Hill on the west of the city. Grief filled her for her good friend Tucana. He wasn't like her, but he had never shunned her. She sat there for hours, even when Cygnus joined her as company. She finally relented, and let the tears flow as she sobbed into his uniform. The sun set over the City of Eridanus.