Sandy hung her head in shame once more and thought about Effie. As always even the idea of Effie twisted a knife in her chest and made her remember that horrible image of her on the screens of data pads and TVs everywhere.

Broken.

"She...usually would hold me. And she would make me this special tea to help me sleep. I guess it's got something in it...she said she drinks it every night.

The sad reality of the fact that Effie had been drugging herself to sleep for years was not lost on Sandy, nor was it overlooked that she too now required that Tea to get a solid eight hours at best.