BEEP BEEP BEEP! The harsh tone of the alarm clock knocked Tru out of her dreams and into reality. She had been with Luc, in her dream that is, and now the cold blue-gray early morning light coming through her bedroom window reminded her of the sky on the day of his funeral. He was gone. Soon Lindsay would be gone too. Off to England with her new husband. Meredith, having been caught last month with drugs in her possession was finally in rehab and for the first few weeks, wasn't supposed to have contact with the outside world, even family. And Tru had the sense of being off balance without her older sister around. Ugh! The unfairness! Tru sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, and punched her pillow. Why was life taking everything from her?There was a knock at the door.

"Hey Sis, open up!"

Everything except Harrison. He was always there to ask for money, mess up her apartment, and things like that. But he was a constant in her life, and he was her little brother. She loved him and he still needed looking after, someone to keep him reasonably on track. She dragged across her apartment and opened the door. "Well, you're up early," she said.

"Hey, Tru, you're looking beautiful today."

"Harrison, I just got up, I look like crap."

"No you don't. Want me to make you some breakfast or take you out?"

"Ok, what do you want, Harry?"

"Glad you got right to that 'cause I can't cook and there is no way I could pay for pretty much anything right now."

"Yeah, well what is it?"

"You know that football game the other day? Well I bet this guy that-"

"What else is new?" she said irritably. Gambling and betting were habits of her brother's that she just couldn't stand. "I bet you lost too."

Harrison looked at his feet "There's this guy is going to kill me if I don't give him the money by today. And I don't mean that figuratively, Tru."

"Listen I have to get to work." She meant it as a diversion, but then realized that today she was supposed to be at the morgue early because a high school tour was coming that day. "Who takes kids to a morgue?" she had wondered. God knows none of them want to end up working there. Like me, she though bitterly. She handed Harrison ten twenties from a small safe where she kept her valuables and wallet when she wasn't using them.

"If you need more that, Hare, you're gonna have to get it on your own. I have to get to work" she repeated. She was now in her closet throwing on some jeans and a tee-shirt "Some high school class is having a tour."

"It's gonna scare the crap out of them. Ohhh, especially if one of those dead people starts talking to you while they're there."

"That's not going to happen, plus they'd rewind and forget about it anyway." She said, walking out of her room and grabbing her keys.

Harrison made a face and tried to look scary. "Tru...Help... me," he said, his voice scratchy as he faked choking.

Tru flipped him off and walked out the door.

"Hey, love you too!" he shouted as she walked off down the hall.