"My life is over," Tatum lamented dramatically, as she made her way over to her computer chair, flopping back down into it. She propped her chin up with one hand, elbow on the desk, as she stared at the screen. WoW was open, she had logged on earlier, but yet to even leave town. She just didn't feel like questing.

Her SNES still ran also, seemingly unnoticed.

"Level 85 rogue, that took so many hours, like.. I put everything into this. I'd delete for her, if she wanted me to," she murmured, finally turning back to face Rowan.

"Frankie kissed Ginger. And she won't speak to me."