Jay had just been in the middle of making a roast beef sandwich when the radio reported it. Some strange floating shape in the middle of downtown traffic, causing massive traffic issues and several accidents as people are apparently becoming mesmerized by the object
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Jesse's no one that feels especially comfortable in her own skin, and the self-inflicted disruption in her life has just made her jumpier. The one friend she's seen in the last week is the one friendship with undisputed weirdness - Bette - and since then, work has seemed much, much safer and more appealing. Besides, it's the end of the second
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The room where the unconscious form Molly Mayne-Scott rest is a private one. Flowers and cards from well-wishers adorn the room in silent testament to the love so many feel for the respected lady and her husband
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And Joan is coming out of the kitchen with a turkey - the size of which defies description. She has not carved it. That's the man's job, after all. So is saying grace to the Heavenly Father. Oh, sure, in these enlightened times she could very well do everything Jay can supposedly do. They go to a church up the street with a lady minister,
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While Joan works feverishly in the kitchen, Jay sets the table, vacuums, mops, dusts, and checks in on the news. He'd offer to help cook, but he knows Joan -- she'd beat him out of the kitchen with a wooden spoon
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Jay has not left his wife's side. He's used his Speed Force to slow the disease's effects within him, and within her... but he cannot bring himself to leave her side. He knows that it is possible that this disease may take her life... perhaps his as well.