<strong>Franny Stein</strong><br/><br/>Fran murmured, "Have it your way." and remained quiet. Apparently she wasn't bluffing. She certainly did plan on sitting there until her body rotted away. Without embalming fluid it wouldn't take a hundred years. She'd be dead within the year, actually. Becky wouldn't have long to wait before she could get back to having a social life. It didn't seem like much of anything was going to snap the construct out of her depression.