Jackie sat at the dinner table as she sluggishly stared at Ed, who looked stern yet nervous at the same time as he sat across the table from her.

"What Ed?" she asked.

Ed slid a bottle of pills across the table quietly; Jackie looked at him before she looked at the prescription of pills in front of her.

"Clozaril?" Jackie asked, looking up at her friend before she looked back down at the bottle "Take one by mouth daily. Jacqueline Crane." She looked back up at Ed, who simply glared at her.

Jackie cocked an eye brow "Why is my name on this prescription?" she asked.

"Because it's yours." Ed responded.

Jackie shook her head "But I don't take this…I don't take anything!" she said.

Ed smiled "You've been on this medication and others since you were 18." He told her, putting his hands on the table.

The widow shook her head again "If I was on these meds I would remember taking them for 11 years." She told Ed, thinking he was the crazy one.

"He crushed them up, and put them in your breakfast every morning…for 10 years." Ed confessed, looking at his friend with sympathy in his eyes.

Jackie teared up "Did he really?" he muttered.

Ed nodded "You were diagnosed Schizophrenic, but Jon kept an eye on you until he realized you weren't…you were something else. He kept it from you so you wouldn't have to worry about it." He told her.

Jackie sighed as she leaned back in the chair as she took it all in as she took the bottle, opened it up, and took one pill and swallowed it.

"What else am I on?" Jackie muttered.

Ed pulled two other meds out of his pockets, and put them in from of Jackie; one being an anti-depressant, and the other being another anti-psychotic medication, Jackie was baffled.

Jackie covered her mouth as she looked up to her friend who sighed "He asked if anything ever happened to him, to continue this regiment, this…system. But I don't want to lie to you." Ed confessed to her.

"Ignorance is Bliss." Jackie muttered.

Ed shook his head "Not where your health is concerned." He said, standing up from the table to get a glass of water for Jackie.

"You take the anti-depressant and the Clozaril in the morning, and then the Droperidol before bed." Ed told her, giving her the glass of water.

"That son of a bitch." Jackie muttered.

Ed looked at Jackie concerned "What?" he asked.

Jackie looked up to Ed scorned "He never let me leave the table until I finished every bite of my dinner…"

Ed smiled "The things we do in the name of love." He said, watching her take her two pills.

The widow sighed as she downed the two pills before looking up to Ed, who was waiting for her to finish that task "Now what?" she asked cautiously.

"You're going to get dressed, and go to work." Ed instructed her.

Jackie stretched her neck out as she shook her head "No, I can't…there are so many people who could…" she trailed off as she looked up at Ed, who was not amused.

"You're going, you need to get out of this house. I know it's only been a week, but I'm not going to let my best friend turn into Mrs. Havisham." Ed told her.

Jackie sighed "I'm not going to turn into a Charles Dickens character!" she said.

Ed crossed his arms "It's not up for discussion. Now go!" he said, pointing towards the bedroom.

"Whose going to babysit Ben and Julian?" she asked.

Ed rolled his eyes in frustration "Julian is at school and I will take care of Ben! I'm not going to tell you again, now go!" he said.

Jackie sighed as she got up from the table and began to walk towards her bedroom to get ready for work; she couldn't understand why Ed was so adamant, she was going to be 2 hours late for work at the rate she was going.


She walked past a doctor who referred to her as 'Nurse Crane' as he did, it sent chills down her spine as he said it.

Jackie was escorted by a security guard as she began to deposit pills from patient to patient, she couldn't make eye contact with some of the inmates since they were mostly associate with her late husband.

"Nurse Crane?" the security guard asked, slightly grabbing her arm to stop her in front of another inmate's cell.

Jackie sighed as she turned to the guard so he may unlock the door for her, nothing usually happened when she gave inmates the pills, but she knew it was better safe than sorry.

"Mr. Karlo." Jackie spoke sharply, walking into the cell where the figure of a man sat on the bed, waiting for her.

Basil, or Clayface, stood up from his bed and smiled softly "Jackie." He muttered softly.

Jackie watched as the villain walked up to her, transforming before her eyes into her late husband; Jackie was stuck into his gaze as the small cup of pills rested in her hand.

Clayface stroke Jackie's cheek as he looked at her through Jonathan's eyes, glasses included.

"HEY…hands off!" the security guard spoke.

Jackie couldn't break eye contact with the man in front of her "It's alright, Cash." She spoke.

Clayface smiled "I'm so sorry. But we'll be together again, I promise!" he told her.

Jackie smiled as she sighed "I'll be old and disgusting when that happens." She said.

The man smiled before her "It might be sooner than you think, and I'm not threatening you." He said, stroking her cheek once again before leaning into a kiss to calm Jackie's nerves.

"That's enough! Let her go!" Cash spoke, walking into the cell.

Clayface pulled away from Jackie and took the small cup from her hands, and threw the pills into his mouth, swallowing them whole as he winked at Jackie and transformed into another inmate.

Cash grabbed Jackie's arm and pulled her out of the cell before locking it suddenly "And you just *let* him kiss you?" Cash spoke harshly.

Jackie looked at the guard "Don't be so quick to judge intentions." She said, walking away from the guard and unto the next cell.