An alarm clock blares. Ugh, Idina thinks as she rolls over and weakly turns the alarm off. After silencing the noise she lets her hand lay limply on the clock as she dreads getting up. She breathes deep and swings her legs to touch the ground. Her head spins and throbs from the night before and she leans forward to hold her head in her hands. More or less, the pain subsides and the vision clears. Idina rises and listens to the silence surrounding. Taye would be at house soon to pick up Walker. Shoot. What an idiot, she tells herself. Her mouth remains as though glued shut as she scrambles to appear confident and presentable. Idina grimaces as she laments the fact that hardly anything could be farther from the truth. Disgust fills her as she looks herself over in the mirror. Not thin enough. Not pretty enough. Bags under dark, hardened, hollowed eyes. The doorbell rings, and a reminder of lost love has arrived to take away the one she remains strong for.