<div align="center"><strong>Kris Fielding : In her room</strong></div><br/>His hand on her shoulder reminded her of how it felt when her John did the same thing.  He would always just lay his hand there, when she was having a rough time. It always seemed to be all that was needed to comfort her, but now it was slightly different, it didn't make her feel that overwhelming blanket of comfort, but it was close enough for the moment.<br/><br/>Her hand was shaking when she reached out to touch the piece of metal, it was slightly warmed from his body, but she could imagine what it had been before, she could imagine John sitting there, as large and commanding as any man.<br/><br/>Her smile was shaky but she managed to lift the glass in a toast, drinking it down with a grimace.<br/><br/>"Sleep...it sounds nice."  She shakily stood, the metal held tightly in her hand when she fell down onto her bed, curling up around it.<br/><br/>"Thanks."  Was mumbled sleepily.