Slightly longer then the other one...but still short. Bare with me here.

disclaimer: i dont own the pilots. never have never will.

Chapter, The Nineteenth

Early the next morning

Genie woke up to blaring sunlight and one of the most horrendous headaches ever. She groggily dragged herself out of bed, still managing to land on her knees on the floor. After putting her head on the side of the bed for just a few more minutes, she stood herself up and made it to the bathroom so she could start her day.

Twenty minutes later, she was showered and making her way to the kitchen. Although she was still groggy, she was able to function through her day. She went to the refrigerator, intent on getting the orange juice. When she opened the door though, the orange juice came straight to her hand, sliding over the metal bars and into her clutch. She blinked as she concentrated on what just happened. Slowly, she stood up, looking around her in all directions, orange juice still clutched in her hand. When she was sure that no one was going to come through the door or the window, she stepped away from the door and when she reached for the door, watched as it closed on its own.

She leaped back, "Damn!" Her head came up and she immediately started doing a mental check on the surrounding area. Sure enough, there was large energy force in the surrounding area, searching, probing for another mental impulse. She willed her power to lay dormant until she needed it for a few minutes until she was sure the Being was gone and let her mind go free once again. She sighed and ate her breakfast. "This is gonna be one of those days."

After she finished, she made her way to her job. As she walked in though, she was affronted with the sight of the manager standing at the cash register. He turned to look at her as the door slid shut behind her.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, gray hair cut short to his hair, green eyes looking over the red-head.

"Is there any work that I can do?"

"Gene, go home and take a day off. You've worked three days now. The girls told me that Grace had to drive you home because you were in no way able to get to your apartment on your own."

"I need to work. I don't have anybody but myself to worry about. I need the paycheck. Isn't there anything that I can do. I mean, I'll go home but, can't I work a shift tonight?"

"I don't want you overworking yourself."

"Please, Toni. I need this job to be able to take care of myself."

"Alright, you can work tonight, come in at seven. But, I don't want you overworking yourself. Whether your tables are clear or not, I want you to leave at ten."

"Three hours!" She asked incredulous.

"Yes, you'll be paid for the same amount of time you usually work. And I'm giving you the amount of money you need for working all the extra hours you have in the last three days. You always do this though. Think of this as a bonus for all your hard work, and tonight is the start of a raise for you." He handed her a packet of money and told her to go get herself something nice and sleep for the rest of the day.

She walked out and stood outside as the mid morning bustlers moved around her. The sun wasn't even overhead and she was going home. She sighed and started walking down the street.

-end 4 now-

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