Fonzie was the one person Cassie had left in her life.

Rolling to her side, Cassie groaned at the thought that, after everyone else had left her life, the last person standing was Tammy Alfonso. And yet, their lives were truly intertwined, constantly having an affect and influence on each other, whether they wanted or meant to or not. They could never leave one another.

“I promise, I'll never leave you,” Fonzie had said. “I'll be here with you forever.”

And I left her that morning, Cassie thought, her eyes widening as she suddenly stumbled upon an emotion she didn’t realize she’d been feeling until that moment. Something buried deep inside her heart.

“Dammit!” the young blonde growled, levitating up off of the bed and phasing out of the clock tower, rocketing towards her destination and not caring who saw. “Fonzie, you bitch. You sick, twisted bitch. You just HAD to say that to me, didn’t you? And now, because of that, I’m gonna have to do something I know I’ll be kicking myself for from now until the day I die!”

Within minutes, the fallen heroine arrived at her destination: Fonzie’s headquarters. Without a moment’s hesitation, she phased through the window and touched down onto the floor, looking around. After a few moments, she heard the sound of water running, coming from the direction of Fonzie’s bedroom. Peering in, she saw that it was actually coming from the bathroom connected to that room, and immediately recognized it as the sound of a showerhead running. A terrible blush spread across Cassie’s face as she knew that Alfonso was in there.

Gulping hard, Cassie slipped stealthily toward the door to the bathroom. Looking at the mirror hanging over the sink, she managed to get a good look at Fonzie. While at first her eyes drifted to the older woman’s body, her face eventually drew her attention: She looked pitiful, contemplative, and angry. Soon, the mobster punched the wall and got to work angrily lathering herself, all the while Cassie thought over what she should do next.