"I'm still accessory, if anything else." Waiola shot back at Crystal. "We're in this together, babe, so we [i]both [/i]need to shut up and try to be the hero for the other." She looked at Chiron. "I have an idea, but you're not going to like it Chiron."

Chiron sighed, looking up at Waiola. "What is it?" He asked quietly. Waiola lowered her voice. "Can you heal a dead body?"

When Rick's body arrived at the morgue for the autopsy, the only injuries he sustained were those from an unfortunate fall after he hit his head against the corner of a dumpster. Waiola and Crystal were two passing girls who had tried to help him. There was no strong evidence that suggested other wise besides the testimony of three of Rick's sky-high friends. 

Waiola was laying down on Crystal's/Dragon's couch. Her eyes were closed, but she certainly wasn't sleeping. One of her arms was pillowing her head, the other one rested across her slightly doming stomach. The Rick problem seemed to be done for now, but where was she supposed to go from here?