Francine Calfo was a normal girl, a proud African American. She was not who'd you expect to see stealing top secret information for the CIA. Yet there she was, being congratulated on a job well done, and somehow, the only thing she could think of was Sydney Bristow. Of how Syd would have loved working with Fran in the CIA. Of how she would have loved to walk all over those worthless losers she'd been teased by during high school. Sydney would have wanted to go to the Madison High reunion. So Francie would go in honor of her deceased best friend. She'd do all the things she knew Sydney would want to do. And she'd do them all out of love for Sydney, and nothing else.
Francie was strong. Hell, she'd survived a bullet to the brain even before CIA training. But nothing hurt her more than losing Sydney. It had happened nearly one year ago and she still found herself unable to move on completely. Because, in a way, Sydney hadn't left at all. She was still here, guiding Francie. Not letting Francie forget about her. Francie could almost see Sydney right now.
"I'm your best friend, damn it. Forget about me and there'll be hell to pay…"
Francie smiled. These were the kind of things she'd been seeing a shrink for. The kind of things that made her look insane. Francie laughed to herself as she sat down at her cubicle. She couldn't wait to go home with her boyfriend Will Tippin. God, Francie couldn't believe how much she wanted it to be 5:00OM right now.
Hurry up clock! She thought.See, this is the kind of thing that even makes you doubt your own god damn sanity…
