Helena turned to Katherine, the single mother being one of the few people she could call a friend within the towers. Some of those in the small group of residents were her friends, but the rest were just acquaintances she had to live with, although that could be said for just about anyone there. They tolerate each other, but that doesn't mean they have to be close.

"You know, I was never a big fan of seafood. The smell is what gets me the most." 

Helena poured herself a full glass of white wine. She gulped down some of it before digging into her food, the wine helping to mask the scent of the fish. "I'd be screwed if I ever get stuck on an island. Not only will I fry under the sun, but I'd have no other choice than to eat whatever I catch. I feel bad for whoever is unlucky enough to have to go through that."

As she was going on about her hypothetical scenario, Helena's phone went off with a single high-pitched tone. She quickly excused herself before she dug her hand into her purse to fetch the small device. Pressing the home button, Helena noticed that she'd received a message from the hospital out of town. A new shipment of medication was going to be delivered soon, and that was her confirmation e-mail. Good. Maybe now she didn't have to bother them as often.