Edie's hangover kept her woozy and disoriented. She staggered pass Jet grooming his bonsai.

"Don't ask." was all Jet could make out of her slur of words.

She continued forth to the garage to her Aguila. Edie opened the garage door to the shipping bay. Outside the sun shone brightly and high above her. A beautiful day on Planet Kepler.

"Where do you think you're going?" hounded Jet behind her slump figure.

"The Aguila, it needs repairs."

"I repaired it yesterday." Jet scratched his head in confusion.

"It needs a good wash, don't you think?" Edie slew a pail across the floor and readied it with soap and water.

"Spike mentioned you ran into someone from your past yesterday. Do you want to talk about that or...?" hesitated Jet.

Edie, still under her hangover's hold, suddenly remembered her encounter with John. Turning her head back to look at him, Edie threw Jet a dead stare. Her stare frightened Jet and he backed away from her. He turned to reenter the Bebop, leaving Edie alone outside. Jet had been with her for practically a year now and never once did she turn a cold shoulder against him. Where was the Edie he found favor in? Where was the fun-loving, childish, and tenacious Edie?

Edie scoured her Aguila with diligence and sweat ran down her forehead. Before picking up another sponge full of soap and water, she thought to herself and she thought hard. He is only looking out for me, regretted Edie. She dropped her sponge back into the pail, dried off her hands, and made her way inside to go after Jet. As she walked down the main hall, she heard Jet's voice in the kitchen. But it was not alone, it was accompanied by Spike's. Edie pressed her body against the wall and concealed herself.

"Spike, what really happened in Sicut?"

"I already told you. Edie ran into some old friend or whatever and I took down the bounty. Simple as that." He appeared unconcerned and sat at the table, smoking a cigarette.

"Spike you know there's no smoking in here! The beef will soak up the smoke and taste like ashes."

"You mean there's actual beef in there this time." Spike frisked past Jet and searched his frying pan.

"Spike." demanded Jet.

"Oh alright." Spike threw his cigarette to the ground and stomped onto it. Jet smacked Spike's arm at the sight of ashes all over his kitchen floor.

"Seriously. This is not like her. She's just in her room, sulking." Spike laughed at Jet's last words, thinking of the night before. Jet looked back at him with ignorance.

"Sulking, right." Spike coughed and rubbed at his mouth.

"Have you tried talking to her?" Spike glanced at Jet, Jet believed his look deemed him foolish.

"Talk to her? Why in hell would I talk to her?" griped Spike, uninterested. "What is there to even talk about? That's her business, Jet. She's got to deal with that shit." Spike spoke from experience.

Overhearing them slapped Edie back into reality. She could clearly hear the genuine concern and care in Jet's voice. She couldn't let the past consume her future. She couldn't let it bother her to point that it surpassed her physical body and possessed into Jet. Then and there, Edie swore to end this rut. Instead of approaching Spike and Jet, she ran off to the main common area. She searched for a new bounty on the database. At finding one, she returned to the kitchen to notify the guys.

"Boys, I found our next gig!" Edie sang aloud.

Jet twirled to face her. A radiant smile tore through her face. He smirked to himself. She was back.


Juice, Europa

"Another underground dog." Edie was referring to their new bounty. Krishna Bajaj, wanted for his involvement in the Blue Raj. The Blue Raj was formed by a trio who terrorized Jupiter's moons, wanting to make a name for themselves. Three brothers made up the gang and claimed they were going to go down in Jupiter's history. Crimes such as money laundering, conspiracy to commit murder, and racketeering were under their rap sheet.

Spike and Edie scouted the area for Krishna's whereabouts. Together they investigated possible leads and tracked him down to a particular part of town. Their teamwork was not hindered by the interaction between them the night before. Spike didn't seem bothered by her nor her actions and his rejection didn't embarrass Edie. Things were far from awkward, rather they were normal. The encounter merely confirmed what Edie originally believed about Spike. Spike is very distant, Spike wants to keep himself distant, Spike doesn't want anything to do with anybody. Which Edie understands; in fact, she empathizes with him. She knew what it was like to be hung over somebody and hung over for so long.

"Okay, I'll comb through the north side of town and you, the south side. Deal?" instructed Edie. Spike nodded in agreement and ambled off.

...

The man pointed to a small house not too far off.

"Sorry for the trouble." The man acknowledged him with a nod as he continued walking. Spike knocked on the front door and a small girl answered.

"Don't mean to disturb you but have you seen this man?" The girl, like the man before her, did not speak. She shook her head side to side at the picture Spike held in front of her.

"Are you sure? A man nearby told me he lived here." He lied.

"He does not." She squeaked.

Spike had a feeling that he was, truly, in that home but that was all it was, a feeling. No proof other than eye witness testimony. But then again, maybe the old man he asked had been mistaken. A sudden rumbling of trashcans around the back of the house deterred Spike's attention away from the girl. At the sound of the ruckus, the girl rapidly shut the door. Spike ran out back to find the source of the noise. He caught sight of the trashcans that were sprawled on the floor and a figure running in the distance. A man. Probably his bounty making a run for it. Spike prepared to chase after him, until he felt another presence around him. A gun cocked.

"You really had me there." Spike calmly admitted. Behind him, Krishna pointed a gun to his head.

"So you're the one asking for me." Having the upper hand of the situation, Krishna snickered. "I don't go down easy." Another gun cocked.

"Are you sure about that?" purred Edie from behind Krishna. Her magnum's barrel rested on the back of his head. Krishna chuckled nervously. "I beg to differ." she pistol whipped him in the head and he toppled to the ground.

She bent down to slide Krishna's hands in handcuffs. Spike didn't thank her rather he sighed, unimpressed. He fingered his pockets for his cigarettes. Edie kicked Spike hard on his butt and he grunted as he rubbed to soothe the pain.

"Now's not the time for a drag. Get him and let's get the hell out of here." She barked.