A/N: Life and bass playing got in the way, that and a lack of direction for the story. Thanks for the reviews guys, good con crit welcomed.

Chapter 3

Jun tapped the keys on her keyboard. The word counter read at 9,334. Six hundred more. She glanced at the clock. 9:30pm. Jin should be asleep by now. She turned back to the computer and continued to type, keys clicking to the tune of titanic waves and the devastation that followed. It was her bread and butter. She found in her intervening years bread and butter made great soul food. Jun looked up at the screen again.

Bread and butter.

She frowned a little and erased the words before continuing.

An estimated 40,000 tons of debris left over from the tsunami are supposed to wash up on the shore of British Columbia.

Too long. She deleted the sentence and typed again.

An estimated 40,000 tons of debris will wash up on the shores of British Columbia.

Better. Repeat. Over and over and over and over

stop.

Jun typed in her signature.

Lupus.

She looked at the word count at the bottom. 10,000 – 1 for her signature. She allowed herself a satisfied smile before pressing the print button. She turned and watched as the printer spat out the document almost an instant later. This is the first article that was going to be published this month. She picked up the sheet from the tray.

Ironic that it's the first not about Jin.

The paper started to crunch in the palm of her hand. Jun opened the first drawer she could reach for underneath her desk and threw it in. She slammed her hand down on the side of the drawer, her position frozen.

It's the present, Jun, the present.

Jun closed her eyes and breathed before closing the drawer slowly. She stood back up and massaged the bridge of her nose.

Bread and butter indeed.

She wiped a hand across her head and huffed.

I hope to God we still have some coco left...