"Are you sure we shouldn't go out and get her?" I ask.

Libra shrugs. "She'll be back soon."

"It's been two hours," I say.

She sighs and slams down her magazine. "Alright!" She slips on her coat and opens the door. "Wait here, okay?" I nod. The door slams shut.

I wait for a few minutes, then pick up the magazine she was reading. It's mainly stupid gossip, but it's the only entertainment around. After I've read the whole thing from cover to cover, I switch the TV on. The occassional chatter of the Simpsons family floats from the screen. It's my favourite episode, but it doesn't put my mind of Mum and Libra.

After the episode's finished, it switches to the news. The big news is about a man who was killed, shot in the chest. There's footage of an alleyway. I can see lots of people and... I think I see Uncle Leo!

Oh no...

I know what's going to happen next...

Threre's Mum, wading through the crowd towards the body...

It's Dad.

I switch off the TV.

The remote is shaking in my hands.

I glance at the clock.

Libra's been gone for an hour and a half.

I have the courage to turn the TV back on.

I wish I didn't.

The camera shows Mum, her hand on his chest. She's shaking like mad, her eyes are wide open, and she's not blinking. I can't bear to see her like that, but I can't stop watching her. It's like... there's a power, surging through her.

Then, she drops her.

The newsreader says it was a grief attack, but I know she' s wrong.

I switch off the TV.

I'm so shocked, I cannot breathe. I'm just rasping, I can't take in any air. It's like the shock is blocking my throat. I think I'm having a panic attack...

I feel my head hit the sofa as everything goes black.