<em><strong>Chelsea Damariz</strong> - hearing some troubling news in the ShareHouse living room...<br/></em><hr/>Chelsea had just finished asking her "coffee question" to Megan when she heard a loud bang downstairs. Knowing it wasn't Raul, for he had walked upstairs instead of down, Chelsea ran down the stairs. At the foot of the steps, Kathleen stood in the doorway, the front door wide open, talking loudly into a cell phone. A troubled expression was shown on her face. Chelsea could only make out "hospital" from Kathleen words. She could only stare with a mix of confusion and sympathy on her face. Her eyes met Kathleen's and the troubled girl hung up the phone, and told her the news. It was sudden and unexpected. She had just arrived early in the morning and in the same day, she was leaving.<br/><br/>Chelsea could only stand in place a foot from the last step as she watched Kathleen run up the stairs to her room. She was speechless until the girl came down with her suitcases in her hands, looking like she was fine carrying the lot of them. Kathleen stopped once in the foyer and Chelsea walked over to the Kathleen. From a bag, the girl handed Chelsea an envelope, surprised to know that it was the rent money, payable to next month. Chelsea wanted to ask if she was going to be okay, but Kathleen left as a car arrived, parking behind Megan's Corolla. Chelsea walked onto the patio, watching the girl leave. Raul had just arrived downstairs, wanting to know what the commotion was about. He stopped behind Chelsea, he too watching from the patio as the girl hopped on her bike and followed the car, and away from the ShareHouse.<br/><br/>"What's going on, mami?" Raul asked in his accent.<br/><br/>"Kat is leaving. She has to go back to Puerto Rico," Chelsea tried to find the words to say while fighting the urge to cry. She could feel Kathleen's pain when she saw her face and her heart raced as much as hers. "I hope she'll be okay," she mentioned, and Raul placed a comforting hand upon Chelsea's shoulder. She looked over at the motorcycle hanger, which now sat on a patch of gravel next to the small patch of grass next to the sidewalk. She could not help but smile at Kathleen's work. Chelsea looked at the envelope in her hand and turned on her heel, walking back into the ShareHouse.