Hal looked at the picture of Kitten on his desk again, smiling at how happy she looked at that time. He continued writing his taxes, thinking about her the whole time.
Josh sat in the park and took some more of his pills, hoping be could fain happiness by using them, he still had nothing for him, he still hasn't seen the light of day of Con which he still relied on to keep his sanity.
Frank smiled at Amy, who was getting better by the day. "How do you feel?"
Amy pretended to smile. "I'm doing good."