Sebastion only rolls his eyes as he has heard that line before.  She would be back out.  She would clean some more.  He would not.  That is life.  He grabs the remote and turns up the TV as if to prove to her he was not listening.  He shoves another cookie into his mouth, the whole cookie.  He chomps on it with his mouth open.  Little crumbs gather on the couch as he doesn't care.  He finishes his snack and watches more TV.  He falls asleep.  She may be able to figure that out as the program ends and some other show comes on, one he would not watch - Gilmore Girls, a chick show according to Sebastion.<br/><br/>As he sleeps images of before their sister's death played before him.  The three of them at the lake.  The three of them strolling the malls.  Him teasing them about the boys they were eyeing in the food court.  Them teasing him for almost falling up the down escalator watching some girl going up.  (Her skirt had been short.  It was well worth the view.  He would have done that again and again and again.)  As close as the three of them were, he was closer to her.  They were fraternal twins.  Kirsten and Sebastian born only minutes apart.  Kirsten was smarter, but Sebastion was the charmer.  They spent most of their waking time together.  They were just close.  Dayna came later.  She joined them to become the third musketeer or the third holy terror, depending on their mother's reaction.  Being only a few years younger, their age difference was not noticed.  They had enjoyed this closeness until Dayna's death.  That had changed everything.<br/><br/>As pictures of her death flash through his mind, he awakes with a start.  He is intent on another fight.