Back at her apartment, Jordan sighed. She was sitting on the couch, a notebook and pen in hand, and another cup of coffee at her side. She was supposed to be making a grocery list, but she hadn't even gotten half a page and it was already swarming with little scribbled hearts. Not really like her, but under the circumstances, she could dismiss it. She put the notebook and pen down on the table. "Oh, well." She muttered to her self. She had long since taken off her shoes. She sat and massaged her ankle, which was starting to get better, but still was hurting. She hadn't gone to a doctor, and she would refuse if Woody offered, so that was out. It would better in a few days anyways. She got up from the couch and walked, or you could say 'hobbled', over to the kitchen. She poured out the rest of her coffee in the sink and washed the cup out. She sat back down on the couch and flicked through the TV channels, not really watching anything. What would she do without Woody for hours?