Jackie sat there at one of her father's jobs, listening to one of the coworkers tell her what was going on. She needed reports, things that needed repairing, things that needed to change to make way as the world moved forward, and every minute tried not to think about the fact that Raphael could be lying dead somewhere. Every time she had a moment to herself that's what her minds eye pictured. Him lying on the ground bleeding. She shivered once more distracting herself. "He's fine, he'll be back." She repeated the mantra over and over and over again.