I walk home alone after we all leave the graveyard. Angel is gone. Roger is leaving. Collins is barely functioning, and I'm left alone. No longer the comfortable us, reduced to myself.
Like it was before. No Angel, no Roger, our group has fallen apart. Who do I have now? Alexi Darling? Yea, right. God, if this job gets any more degrading, I may just kill myself. Why not? Everything's so fucked up anyway. What would happen afterward? Collins would go only farther into a depressed stage, Roger . . .who the hell knows if he would even care to come back. Maureen and Joanne, they'd just go back to their normal life.
Damn, Mark, stop thinking like that. Angel wouldn't want this. If she saw all of us now she'd never forgive us. I can't believe things got so bad after she left. The one person who brought us all together. The one person who kept us all together. We took all took her for granted, Now I for one, would give anything to have her back, to have everything back.