Getting home, Sydney left the door open for Walker as they entered their shared apartment. "Long night, huh?" She grinned as her twin yawned. Going to the fridge Syd found a couple Corona's throwing one to her twin. While working she refused to drink anything other than bottled water.<br/><br/>Sitting down next to her brother they watched CNN in silence. She knew Walker must be hurting due to the chef's mini 'war' tonight. He had a little mark on his arm, more red than anything when getting in the line of fire of a rolling pin. Her lips twitched suppressing a giggle. Out of the corner of her she saw him mutter something about damned chefs and their explosive tempers.<br/><br/>A comercial came on then, one of those Hallmark ones with a family together for the holidays. Sydney's smile diminished suddenly as she watched it for a few minutes then changed the channel.<br/><br/>She felt more than saw Walker turn to her. They had that twin bond, sensing each others moods, knowing when each other were huet, like a sixth sense. "You hear from them?" They both knew who *them* was. Syd turned to Walker who just looked back at her before nodding. "Going to see them for Christmas?" He shook his head telling her no, that he wouldn't go. "You don't need to stay away on my account." She got up and went to the kitchen rinsing her bottle before tossing it in the recycle bin. Walker called out her name and got up. She wasn't going to talk about *them*. They weren't worth it.<br/><br/>Before Walker could say anything else, Sydney headed down the hall. "Goodnight Walker." She went in her room and dressed for bed. A loose tank and sweats were her favorite choice. She passed her borrowed dresser to find her ballerina music box. With a bittersweet smile she wound it up and listened to the tune, Hushabye Mountain, from her favorite childhood movie, Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. An old picture caught her eye. Her brother, mother and father and herself. All smiling and happy. But were they really, truly happy? Ever? Sydney shook her head. She headed to bed hearing the last notes from her jewelry box as she closed her eyes.