She lay there, still, not moving, and he knew, knew she was gone, knew she wasn't coming back. The girls eyes were open, they were a deep enchanting brown, hazel, but with a hint of blue round the edges, a smile played round the edge of her lips, she looked so peaceful. He hugged her limp body, almost pleading her to come back...

Tom Collins woke with a start, cold sweat trickled down his forehead and his back. He'd had another nightmare, his memory of Angel's last moments always haunted him at night. He glanced at the clock...6am, he got up for a drink. He pulled on a T-shirt and walked through the kitchen, the floorboards creaked as he stepped on them. He opened his door slowly trying to limit the noise it made but to no avail, it creaked violently anyway.

In the other room, Mimi woke with a start, curious she decided to investigate, she lifted Rodger's sleeping arm off her hips and climbed carefully out of the bed without the slghtest noise and tiptoed quietly out of the room.

There was a light on in the kitchen, she walked through.

"Mark?" she called quietly in her sweet, high-pitched chortle "Is that you?"

She walked through to find Collins, standing, leaning on the counter with a glass of water in his left hand.

"Collins, honey, are you okay?" she asked, her tone a little more concerned than worried."Did you have another dream about Angel?"

Collins nodded glumly.

Mimi's thin eyebrows raised into a sympathetic frown.

"Collins, honey, you've got to get over her, I know it's hard honey, but, it's been, what, six months?"

Collins nodded again.

Mimi walked over to him, wrapped her arms around his waist, and rested her head on his chest.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Mimi asked again.

"Yeah" sighed Collins in a voice that meant otherwise, he gently pushed Mimi away from him and walked over to the balcony and stood, leaning on the barrier for support and staring down onto the traffic below.

Mimi felt sorry for him, but she couldn't do anything about it, Collins had to get over her by himself.

Sure, thought Mimi, everyone had een distrought by Angels sudden departure, but Collins had it worse, hell, he'd been in love with her.The only thing they could all do was make sure that he knew that they were there for him.

Mimi sighed,

"I'm going back to bed Collins, do me a favour?" He looked at her.

"What?"

"Don't jump out the window," Collins forced a smile.

Mimi walked back to bed...

Rodger sat on his bed strumming what sounded uncannily like Muzetta's waltz on his guitar, he'd had another fight with Mark, it'd been happening a lot lately, ever since Angel died the little "family" had been falling apart. He tapped his foot gently on his duvet in time with the music. This time Mark had been feeling upset about how his latest girlfriend, Janet, had dumped him, And Rodger feeling terrible after a failure at his latest gig had wound him up a little. He'd "accidently" rubbed it in that Mimi and himself had been together for just under a year. Mark went ballistic and the two got into a fight.

Collins had pulled Mark off Rodger and Mimi jumped up, ready to grab Rodger if need be, but Rodger just walked casually to his room, he didn''t "need" that, as he put it.

Mark had then fought his way out of Collins grip and ran upstairs and slammed the door.

Mark was there still.

"Fuck it" thought Rodger and slammed his guitar on the bed, he pulled on his trainers and was about to walk out the door when it opened anyway, Collins shuffled in, trying to conceal a brown paper parcel but failing miserably.

Rodger stopped what he was doing and looked at Collins, he knew what was in the bag, he just wished he didn't, he looked up at Collins who didn't look Rodger in the eyes.

"I'm going out," Rodger announced to Collins and walked right past Collins.

"RODGER! WAIT, YOUR NOT GOING TO-?" Collins called to him, he sighed and shut the door.

Rodger walked upstairs to the "loft" and knocked on his friends door, the noise echoed into the hall. The door was chipped and had only one hinge and, Rodger smiled as he saw the large boot shaped dent he'd made two new years ago when they tried and succeeded in breaking down the door.

They door creaked precariously on it's hinges as Mark opened it from the other side,

"What do YOU want?" Mark asked snidely at him.

Good question, thought Rodger, What DO I want?

"Can I come in?" he asked, Mark sighed, and stepped back, Rodger walked in casually and sat on his friends burst couch.

"Look," He said in a serious tone "I didn't-I don't," he sighed again "Mark, YOU of all people know how I can get after a hard day, not to mention I had a tough gig, it was at The Snack Cart and they can get rough, Mikey got into a fight with one of the barmen, he took a broken bottle to the face and is still in the hospital I think, he had to get stitches-"

"RODGER, calm down, okay?" interupted Mark because Rodger was pacing back and forth now."Listen, I do know what your like but it doesn't give you an excuse to jump off the bandwagon-"

"ME? YOU WERE THE ONE THAT FUCKIN' JUMPED ON TOP OF ME AND TRIED TO CLAW MY FUCKIN' EYES OUT, YOU TWAT"

"OH, FUCK OFF THEN,"

"NO," Rodger screamed, there was a faint banging but it was growing, Collins and Mimi were running upstairs after him, they probably thought he was going to get in another fight, thought Rodger.

"Right Rodger" snapped Mark, trying to keep calm but failing as his temper was growing by the second "Either stop shouting at me calm down or get out my fuckin' appartment!"

The door burst open and Collins grabbed Mark and Mimi stood in front of Rodger,

"Honey," she pouted "Please stay calm."

Meanwhile Mark was shouting obsanities at Rodger

Rodger burst past her, she tried to pull him back but his anger was growing too, his heart pounded in his chest and echoed in his head.

Mark was also trying to break past Collins but Collins held him fast.

Rodger broke past Mimi and punched Mark hard in the face.

Rodger couldn't remember much after that, he remembered Mimi screaming, a loud shrill piercing shriek. He also remembered Mark's nose had burst and Collins had shouted at him he couldn't remember what though.

Rodger was in his bedroom again, Collins had locked him in, not that he cared. He could hear Mark shouting at Collins whilst he tried to bandage up Mark's bloody nose and clean it up a little.

"OW, You fuckin' moron waatch what your doing, don't make me OW! You fanny, CAREFULL,"

Mimi was trying not to laugh but wasn't succeeding and Collins was shouting at the both of them,

"Your acting like a baby, Mimi, it's not funn- Hold bloody still Mark - Mimi- FOR GOD'S SAKE, STOP BLOODY LAUGHING,"

Rodger started laughing, Mimi must've heard him laughing because she unlocked the door and came through.

She shut the door behind her,

"Rodger, how- what exactly is your problem?" she asked and sat on the bed next to Rodger but not looking in his eyes.

"I Don't have a problem,"

Mimi looked at him,
"Rodger this has got to stop it's not- you can't-." she started crying. Rodger sat up and hugged tightly, she nestled into his arms.

"Mimi darling, calm down, I couldn't help myself, you heard what Mark was calling me, I-" he kicked his guitar.

"Don't take it out on your guitar honey," Mimi replied casualy, she pulled herself tighter into Rodgers arms, "Stop it," she whispered into his ear, "ok? Stop it, do you hear me, either make up with ol' no nose out there-" Rodger snorted with laughter "-or say goodbye to me,"

She pulled away from Rodger and walked out, not looking at him again and not locking the door after her.

"Well here goes..."