I looked up at her, the misery in her voice and face was plain. I wish there was something else I could do for her but.... Well why does it even matter. If we don't die out here, it'll be somewhere else. I hope shes not sick though watching Christie wither away, had been hell. I wouldn't wish that on anyone, but especially not Becca. She was a good kid really. We used to be really close but now I think maybe I freak her out a bit. It hard to see the pain in her dark brown eye sometimes but Right now I hold her gaze, steady.<em>Come on sis what is it?</em>