“Please. I’m sure plenty of random strangers know your sister better than you do.” Candice spoke her parting shot bitterly, with obvious resignation in her tone. She had pulled all the stops, and come up with no usable footage. None of this would even air. She stormed off, missing the apologetic shrug that Ted gave to Alister.<br/><br/>Back at the van, she found a police officer writing up a ticket. Ted accepted it with a dejected puppy dog look that just made Candice feel even more like shit. She missed the days when this sort of thing would not have gotten to her.<br/><br/>“How am I going to pay my rent?” he whined after the officer was gone.<br/><br/>“Oh, for fuck’s sake—I’ll pay for your stupid ticket.” She scanned the ticket barcode into her comm, then transferred the money. “Happy?”<br/><br/>“But my insurance will go up for sure,” he said apprehensively.<br/><br/>Candice made a sound of frustration that was practically a shriek before continuing. “Do you think I care about your stupid little peasant problems? Just get lost!”<br/><br/>Ted wordlessly packed his camera into the van and drove off. Candice signaled for a cab with her comm, and checked to see where she could get a drink. Two in the afternoon was not exactly a respectable time of day to get shitfaced, but Candice was feeling vaguely disgusted with herself and her life—throw enough alcohol at that problem, and it went away for a while.