"I… I think I need to… be alone…" Frank muttered half to himself and walked away, stumbling every few steps in his high heels as if he was drunk. He collapsed into the lift and disappeared up, leaning heavily on the door. His servants exchanged nervous glances and Riff fidgeted, staring at the monitor. Columbia burst into hysterical screaming and ran from the room, tearing at her hair. Magenta looked as if she was about to say something, then shook her head and walked away, heels clicking across the floor. Riff was left alone… he twitched uncomfortably and felt his smugness fade slightly…
Up in his room Frank fell backwards onto his bed. He had never felt so alone, so out of place, so scared… This couldn't be happening to him, the very thing he lived for no longer thrilled him, it was unbearable. He reached out to the side and plucked a cigarette from amongst the half open makeup containers and lipsticks on his bedside table. Placing it daintily between his lips he lit it, watching the smoke wind its way up into the air. "What am I going to do?" he muttered, dragging himself into a sitting position, ash flicking onto the silk sheets that adorned his bed. "All I want is a good time," he continued miserably. As far as he could see he had two options; he could either sink into a depression and spend the rest of his life in meaningless sexless despair, wasting away like some abandoned greyhound whose racing days were over, or he could find out what had caused this heinous situation and make it right, become great again. What's the point of going back to your old life? His now uninterested and downright dull libido asked him, what's the point of having meaningless sex with a stream of people, never making a commitment, never making a connection? "I think I make a rather good connection" Frank chuckled quietly to himself. There, that was solved then, he had to make things right again. But how…?
He stood up and placed his hands thoughtfully on his hips. Who was left for him to turn to? To help him?
In her own room, sitting cross legged on the floor and hugging a now damp with tears photo of Frank to her chest, Columbia was experiencing strange feelings. She couldn't explain them, but it wasn't dissimilar to the feelings that had been affecting Frank. Strange thoughts of how empty non-committed sex was were also plaguing her. She frowned in confusion at these strange ideas and wondered what the hell was going on, first Frank and now her? It didn't make sense… She looked round at the posters and autographed photos of her idols (mainly Eddie and Frank) that lined her walls and felt a longing that was deeper than her usual lust-filled one. She got to her feet and wandered off to find someone to unburden to. Something was seriously wrong and she wanted answers now.
She was so wrapped up in her own thoughts that she walked straight into Frank who was coming in the opposite direction. Without thinking he wrapped his arms around her waist. She looked up into his dark brown eyes and saw reflected in them her own yearning. Realisation dawned on both of them and they now knew what they must do…