Nessa sat on a bench in Central Park, staring across the swaths of grass as they swayed in the evening wind. There was an empty bottle of wine at her feet, with another half drunk one in her hand. Her other hand clutched at an unlit cigarette as she shook her head.

"All of them… Gone. My friends. My beautiful friends." she muttered to herself. She took another swig of her wine from the bottle and frowned before putting the cigarette in her mouth and trying to inhale, but to no avail.

Realizing her mistake, she patted her pockets for her lighter and once she found it, she lit up. Inhaling deeply she closed her eyes and thought back to her first day, week, month...

"And now, now they are all gone." she muttered again, the cigarette bobbing up and down with her lip movement. "99 bottles of beer on the wall... 99 bottles of wine..." she shook her head, "No, no. Must not think like that, must not..." She patted her purse and smiled at the heavy weight she felt there. "Take one down, no one to pass it around..." she trailed off, her eyes wild. 

There was someone there, walking by on the path. She jumped to her feet, the wine splashing out of the bottle and onto her hand, but she didn't notice. "It's real!" she shouted at them, "Its real! Survivors guilt!" she stared at them, unblinking. "Its real, and its awful." She said quietly as the person quickly hurried on their way, unwilling to converse with a drunken stranger in the middle of the park. She turned around and looked over the park. She hadn't noticed that her cigarette had burned down to the filter. It fell from her fingertips as she leant forward to grab her hand bag. She stuck her hand in and when her fingers closed over the familiar weight she nodded.

"Yes. Absolutely, Yes," she said before she pulled the gun out of her bag and stared down at it in her hand. In the moonlight of another beautiful New York night, it gleamed. 

She brought the bottle of wine to her lips and tilted her head back, drinking down the remainder she tossed the bottle aside, and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "Its real." she muttered as she raised the gun to her head. She flinched when the cold metal touched her temple, but her hand didn't shake. "But the laughter is gone," she muttered, "And she'll never snort again." she closed her eyes and pulled the trigger. 

Kangeroo out on his nightly walk heads around New York to his usual stops to pick up news papers, toilet rolls and one of those cakes from Betty's Bakery. He decides to head on over to Central Park to eat his cake since it was a nice night and he had nothing else to do. Upon arriving he notices a figure sitting on the bench and decides to avoid them after watching them take a swig from a bottle. He looked down to his cake knowing he made the right choice to minimize the danger to it. He finds a nice bench, sits down and then begins eating the cake.

Bite after bite his mouth gets wetter and wetter, his eyes close with every bite. He picks up another slice and moves it slowly towards his mouth getting more and more excited for the fantastic flavours that are about to fill his mouth once more. He opens his mouth wide, inserts the cake and just as he's about to bite down he hears some shouting from the area he had avoided. He removes the cake and pauses for a moment, listening carefully to the voice.

"That.. Is that Nessa?" He thinks to himself. "It can't be, I knew she liked her alcohol but she wouldn't get pissed out in public like this.."

Kanger stands and walks round to the area. He notices the figure standing with what appears to be a gun to it's head. He opens his mouth and throws forward his hand letting go of the cake. He attempts to shout "Stop" but he's too late. The gun shot goes off.. The bullets flies through the figures head blowing brain and other bits behind them. His cake falls to the ground, smashing all over the floor. 

Kanger runs towards the figure and begins breathing heavily as more details become clearer and clearer. He spots the lower half of the face and recognizes it. "Nessa!" he screams, sliding to his knee's he scrambles over to grab the body from the floor. He picks it up and begins hugging it with tears flowing down his face. Rocking back and forth more tears flow from his eye's and drop onto the face of Nessa.

"No Nessa! Why?! Why you do this to me?! Now I'll never get to hear your laugh.. your snort.. your drunken cry singing.. Why Nessa, Why?!"

Kanger continues rocking back and forth and then screams for helps.

Miss Niki had just left Rita's headquarters - when she heard it.. @Kanger screaming... She took off running, not knowing if Kanger was dying or not. Then she saw, what was left of Nessa's beautiful face, twisted in a grimace of death. Kanger on the ground, rocking back and forth over her body.

She reached down, and puts her hands on Kanger's shoulder. He didn't look up, he continues crying, rocking, sobbing. She placed her hands firmly on Kanger's shoulders and helped him to rise. She knew she needed to find Eorati quickly. She lead Kanger away, and into the nearest speakeasy where she borrowed the phone and called Eorati.

"Eorati, Kanger just witnessed Nessa kill herself...You've got to come... and bring a sedative. Please hurry!!"

She looked over, and Kanger was slumped on the floor again, just rocking and moaning. She joined him, and held his hand until Eorati came.

It was a night he certainly wouldn't forget. Nixe had hurried along the streets of the city, mourning the deafening silence that the ordinary could not feel. He hadn't know very many New Yorkers, but even so, he felt their loss all the same. It was a large city, once bustling full of contacts - acquaintances to laugh with, to talk business. To joke around. And now, so many were gone. The city may not have been his home, but like Chicago, it had an alluring aura to it, drawing up and coming thugs to the life of darkness. It was inescapable.

Now moving along the shrubbery in Central Park, it was the the youngster heard the distant gunshot. And then the screams. The sounds were deafening, so primal and raw that it tore at his heart. Momentarily, his feet were rooted to the spot, so stupefied was his brain, it couldn't even prod him into moving his ass. And as soon as Nixe could, he ran. Ran across the moonlit ground, the grass. Faster than he ever had before. Fear coiled up in his gut, twisting and churning. 

And that was where he found the three, the three warm bodies, in which only two were alive. "Oh Nessa," Nixe whispered, choking up as he slumped to the ground besides the other two. His curly-topped head was pressed stiffly against the ground, her blood-splattered features permanently etched in his brain. Over and over, he could see her image, falling to the ground. Over and over, his friend killed herself, blowing out her brains each time.

"Oh Nessa,"

Kangeroo sits on the floor rocking back and forth over Nessa's body. Feeling the hand lay on his shoulder he refused to turn round to see who it was, could have been Jesus Christ himself for all he knew but he was still in shock. Feeling the other hand on his other shoulder he slowly tries to stand up, failing Miss_Niki helps him stand and takes them both too somewhere she could get a phone.

Kanger leand up against the wall with tears still streaming down his face. The thought that he would never get to hear Nessa snort again just made him cry even more. His legs gave way and he crashed to the ground harder than a carrot. Sobbing he slowly slides down onto his back and continues crying and gargling as the snort and saliva run to the back of his throat. He tries to open his right eye, only managing enough to see Miss_Niki come over and sit with him.

Kanger coughs once more expelling the snort and saliva from his mouth and out into the air. He turns to Miss_Niki and screams; "SHE'S GONE! SHE BLEW HERSELF AND NOW SHE AIN'T GOING TO SNORT NO MORE! WHY DID SHE DO IT!? WHY?!"

Kanger grabs onto Miss_Niki and begins sobbing into her jacket, wiping his nose every so often to clear the mass of snot that had collected in his moustache. He keeps asking why over and over knowing he'd never get the right answer..