Gwen's been quiet since she got here, torn between enjoying the "holiday" and missing home.  Right now, she's sitting out on the beach, red Converse kicked aside and bare toes curling into the sand, looking out at the sea with a faraway expression.  Anyone who wishes to is free to make conversation with her.

Jackie strides in with a happy sort of smile curled on her lips ( Read more... )

She’s alone. She’s alone and that worries her ( Read more... )

Enter a tired-looking young woman, simultaneously throwing her keys in the direction of a nonexistent table and shrugging out of her coat ( Read more... )