Katrina sat down. Ellen questioned her. “Whats it like?” Katrina had a puzzled look. “Whats it like being you?” Ellen sobbed. “Your so out of the zone! You don’t have to deal with any of this..CRAP!” Ellen sobbed some more. Katrina replied “Maybe I do. Maybe you just don’t see it.” Not in a mean way, but in a mysterious way. She began to walk off. She stopped, stared at a single bruise on her arm, and continued walking. She heard as Ellen whispered “It was your dad…” Katrina stopped in her tracks.