Fran frowns slightly as she watches Becky fly away, heartbroken. She felt a little guilty about being so harsh, but she couldn't help the anger that had built up inside of her. At least now she was alone. Rebecca had tried her hardest but in the end she ultimately failed to convince the construct she had something worth living for. Fran went on a long walk across town. At the edge of town was a bridge over a deep river. She sat on the edge for a long time, thinking. Thinking about her place in the world. In the end she reached the same conclusion; she had no place here. She was an abomination, unable to relate to anyone or anything. Life created when there should have been none. The events of the day had convinced her that no one in the school could relate to her. Where was her place amongst people that lived and knew one another for a thousand years or more? Becky would be sad now, but in a hundred years she'd forget the construct ever existed. With a heavy organ she laughably called a heart, Fran mounted the edge of the bridge, looked into the water below, and jumped.