What to come

*Misty brings a hand to her head as a headack forms.*

"I guess I should face the music. Its not or never. If I dont come back dont shead any tears over me ok. I am sure no one alse will."

*Misty's sassy full of life said was gone and she dident care. She was hurt, and now scaired at what talking to Reese would intail. Misty slowly makes her way to her Uncles office handing her head. She is sure by the look on her face Reese will know something is wrong. Softly Misty knocks on the door and waits.*