David stood there motionless for a second. "You mean she's dea.. " he didn't finish the word. He'd grown resentful of her for never coming back to get him over the years, and yet somehow he still felt a little saddened.<br/><br/>He sat down at the tiny kitchen table. "Dad's still alive, I see him every now and again" he said looking at the salt and pepper shaker in the center of the table. He wasn't even sure if his mother was dead or not, Becca hadn't confirmed it yet, but he assumed the worst from her tone of voice.<br/><br/>"So tell me about you... what's happened to you?" he asked, noticing the suitcase she'd drug into his apartment. "I use to get on the computers at school and tried to google you and mom almost every time I got on them" he said quietly again staring at the salt shaker as if it was the most interesting piece of art he'd ever seen. "but I never found anything" he said quietly.<br/><br/>